This biscuit was about to give me much coffee dunking joy went it decided to end it all by snapping off and drowning in my cup of coffee. Don't know why but I can't bring myself to drink the mulch at the bottom now, and I'm feeling rather a lot of despair of the breakage. Might have to console myself with a cup of tea and some more 'risky' dunking.
I live in Portsmouth, Hampshire with my gorgeous wife Jax, and our lovely son PJ (Peter John) and our equally lovely daughter Josie.
I'm in my 40's now (75), working in the IT sector. Most of the time building, configuring and designing UNIX/Linux servers for various companies. IBM, SSE, CLS and lots more. In my own time, not the bit that involves home, kids and other such things I like to paint and draw. A mix of digital art at the moment and miniature painting. I also own a couple of motorcycles, though they don't see the time they once did.
A selection of my favorite words are: Coracle…. (Small, ancient, round boat. Just fits one). Oscillate…. (To rotate back and forth). Badger…. (Self-explanatory I think). I also like the word ‘perpendicular’ too, though Jax did have to explain it to me.
2 Comments:
In America the biscuits are called "cookies," but the tragedy is much the same.
The cookie-mulch is never as good as the original coffee soaked biscuit did when it still had its structural integrity.
My condolances!
cheers... :-)
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