The Wilky Way

I love tea. Not in the same way that mums like tea – you know, the slightly obsessive ‘it’s been five minutes, shall we have another cuppa’ type way – but in more of a ‘yeah, why not, go on, I’ll have a cup’ type way.

I’m basically one of those annoying people in the office who never thinks about tea, and therefore never offers to make the tea, but is still quite happy to have a cup if someone else is making.

Thanks to my imperious sweet tooth I like my tea with two sugars. I also dislike coffee. It’s bitter. Even the choca-mocha-doodahs that everyone tells me to try are not enough for my sugar loving self.

As a result I think it’s important to maintain a supportive cheerleader relationship with tea – it needs our backing. It’s not necessarily cool, but it possesses an elegance that coffee can’t muster. Coffee is tea’s boorish American cousin who’s always a little bit over-excited and vulgar.

Considering all of the above I felt pretty chuffed when I saw this infographic on tea vs coffee. It outlines some fun facts, health statistics and even caffeine levels. There’s no clear winner necessarily, but in my view tea definitely comes out on top.

Whether you prefer Coffee Bars or Tea Shops, whether you like yours leafy or beany, this is well worth a look. Just so that you can see I’m blatantly right.

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My blog, at just over a month and a half old, is still but a foetus in the blogosphere (ugh, blogosphere, what kind of pretentious moron uses a word like that…). And recently I haven’t been paying nearly enough attention to it – how am I supposed to become a world wide web wonder if I don’t even write in my blog?

The main reason for this is that I’ve been busy becoming a domestic goddess. Well, I’m working on it anyway. I’ve finally purchased my first house (maisonette actually, but let’s not split hairs) and as it is so incredibly amazing, I have been busy moulding myself into Nigella Lawson meets Linda Barker meets that woman with the wobbly boobs from Ground Force.

Now it’s important to note that with a total of no domestic abilities to speak of, everything I’m doing is a case of learning from scratch.

Take gardening. I like it, I think it’s nice, but the only plants I’ve ever owned are spider plants (which let’s face are pretty much indestructible) and a tragically fated chilli plant that despite my housemates’ piteous watering was left pretty much ignored by me and is now dead and well and truly binned.

So in my attempts to become, you know, a proper homeowner and that, I decided to take up gardening.  First problem being that I don’t have a garden, which is where this came in handy.

Suttons Windowsill Herb growing kit

I found it on sale (buy one get half price – get in!)  in Argos and believe it may well be for children, but I’m nigh indistinguishable from a child when it comes to these matters so thought I’d take it on. It’s basically a uber basic set for planting herbs, which I’ll then plant up and hurl onto my balcony in the hope that they will flourish.

And it’s doing pretty well actually thank you very much. As you can see here.

My sexy seedlings

See? Sprouts! Actual plants that I have grown *applauds self*. Yeah, thanks.

In his excitement over my new found talent (yes, prodding seeds into little bundles of soil and then watching them grow IS a talent) the BF kindly purchased me a bundle of vegetable seeds, soil and pots, all of which are still sitting sadly in a carrier bag on my kitchen floor.

Of course, I will plant them. And I can tell you exactly what will happen. My seedlings will become mighty plants, which in turn shall transform my balcony into a bushy jungle wonderland of heady-scented herbs and  mouth-watering vegetables. Within a matter of months this little packet of seed may even be lucky enough to grace whatever delicious food stuff I happen to be lending my talented green fingers to that day. A veritable banquet of delicious plant-based wonder.

Or maybe not. Either way, this is one small step for the horticulturally challenged, and one giant leap for bargain-bucket herb planting kit.

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I desperately want a micro pig. A tiny tiny pig that loves me. This is what I want, my life is now entirely incomplete and shall be until a micro pig is mine.

I’d love it back too of course. I’d stroke its little belly and feed it and clean out its house or whatever it is that mini pigs sleep in. In fact, I’d love it so much that I’d make it a house. Shaped like a slightly larger mini pig, so that the mini pig knows how special he is.

I mean, kittens and puppies are great, really lovely, but a micro pig is… well, it’s a TINY, TINY PIG.

The micro pig thing was passing me by entirely until I saw this video and proceeded to lose my mind.

The next three hours were then wasted by scouring the internet for videos of micro pigs doing piggy things and generally being adorable.

Not only are they the cutest thing on four legs, but apparenly they’re also really affectionate (tick), don’t smell (tick) and can be house trained to use a litter tray (massive great big giant tick).

Unfortunately for me I don’t have £700 kicking around in a mysterious tiny pig fund. But so help me God, the minute I do I shall be carrying my penny jar straight to Little Pig Farm and my home will be filled to the rafters with the tip tap of mini trotters and the contented sighs of a very happy pig owner.

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