a note for first-timers

If it's your first time here and you're new to blogs, the first post you'll see is the most recent so that's where you should be ending, rather than starting. Otherwise, carry on...

Please, feel free to comment - you know you want to.

tea

It has been brought to my attention that some people don't know how to make a good cup of tea. Some people seem to think that the water should be as close to 100°C as possible when it hits the teabag/leaves. Those people are wrong. Some people think that two bags is enough for a pot of tea. Those people are wrong. Some people think that Tesco Super-Saver teabags, which I would imagine are about fourteen pence for a box of one-hundred-and-sixty, are acceptable. Those people are wrong.

I'm not going to tell you how I make tea because that would be cheating; it would be like me telling you that four plus four is eight. No, what I'm going to do instead is more akin to "If you had four apples, and then someone gave you another four apples, how many apples would you have?"

So, if you have about a pound in your pocket and you fancy a cup of tea, which teabags should you buy from the supermarket and how many should be in the box when you buy them? The clue here is "quality". Another clue is "pyramid", but now I'm straying into the territory of just giving you the answer.

Once you've bought the correct teabags, let me know and we can continue with our lessons. Until then, drink coffee. Or water. Actually, just water - you'd probably balls up coffee-making as well. *sigh*

birthday wish-list

I thought you might appreciate getting a list of what I want for my birthday tomorrow so you're not all stuck for inspiration. I am, after all, the one with all the ideas. Yet again, I'm doing all the work (shush!) - you people just need to put your hands in your pockets, take out your wallets/purses, visit Amazon and buy me one of the items from the following list, you lazy buggers.

.: Fish

bor-or-ored.

Sweet Holy Jaysus, I'm bored. So bored, in fact, that I have succumbed to the demands of my audience (of one at the moment - no, not me) to write something in here. That's how bored this otter is!

There's nothing to do by the river today. Okay, so there's stuff to do but it's all boring stuff and all involves work of one description or another. I've done some work, but I'm struggling to find the motivation to do anything more than just mope about and re-read the BBC News headlines. *sigh*

I really ought to get this blog fully transfered at some point but that means having the inclination to do so. And then having the patience to sit there and do a whole load of copying, pasting and editing (of the bits I don't want being brought across), which is something I just don't have at the moment. I know, I know - I'm a lazy, good-for-only-a-few-things, article. But, let's face it; so are you. You just haven't yet admitted to it. (:op)

I'm thinking about having some sort of feature on here; something for me to do each day (or each week to keep the effort down to minimum) that's vaguely interesting to do and vaguely interesting to read. Something like "Letter Of The Day" or "Dear Dr Otter", perhaps.

It's my birthday tomorrow, incidentally. I'm sure that little nugget of information has made your life more bearable. You can thank me with a card and a present. Cheques can be made payable to "Dr Otter" and sent to "Dr Otter. The River Thames, London, England." Now get cracking!