Most people wanted to be astronauts when they grew up, or footballers or ballet dancers (I knew one lad who wanted to be all 3)
I always wanted to be a tea taster. And here I am - tasting tea. Much more relaxing than pirouetting around Wembley in a spacesuit! ☕
The brain's a wonderful thing, billions of cells and neurons capable of millions of computations a second - yet all I can think of over this first cuppa is whether my good jeans have been washed or not. 🤔🧠👖☕🤯
The impermanence of the present meets the constance of the memory, and somewhere between the two do I sip. ☕
Time's the only book that's written by everyone you've ever met and everyone you'll ever meet. Some say the ending's unwritten. Some say there's an unreliable narrator at work. Me, I just enjoy the words at every turn of the page. Remember, even those minor characters matter.
Old-school AI, the Magic 8-Ball of brews, the soothsayer, where you'll find all the answers you'll ever need at the bottom of that first cup, particularly the answer to the question - 'Shall I have another cup?'
And my first ponder of the day - who gets our lost hour? It must have gone somewhere. Is it kept in a drawer for when the clocks go back again in the autumn? Has it gone Down Under to play with the Australians? It'll probably be down the back of our sofas. Most things are.
Adonis was the son of Kings,
And probably his sister.
He might have been good-looking
But he had six-finger blisters!
My first few ponders of the day...
How many sips in an average mug?
Will it rain today?
I think there's about 25.
Hmm. There's washing needs doing.
Maybe 30.
It can wait until tomorrow.
Will it rain tomorrow?
Nah. Probably 25.
Probably.
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