Peanut Butter M&M's

Guess how much I paid for an American sized (literally) pack of Peanut Butter M&M's: £1.45.

For those of you who haven't done the math yet, the conversion rate on that is £1.45 x 1.5 = $2.18. For a small, rectangular pack of Peanut Butter M&M's. This decision, however, was made before I knew the price.

You see, it's cold here in London tonight. Almost done with February, the rains are kicking in and the winds was frigid. Late off from work, I thought of a Snickers for the Tube ride home. But, no. I had seen the deli in the square had a special basket with special imports from America, and the Peanut Butter M&M's had my name on it.

I paid the man, walked out the door, ripped open the package and popped 2 or 3, I can't remember, into my mouth. The sensational was wonderful. And as I chewed, I thought: Hmm, the chocolate's not as good. It doesn't really taste like Peanut Butter much. Man, how long have these been sitting there?

But my purchase was not in vain. I remembered a friend's birthday party from junior high or early high school, myself gorging on Peanut Butter M&M's and another friend eating way too many Hot Tamales. We felt so ill. And as I walked down the street tonight, finishing my bag of American sweets, I smiled. To be 13 again.

Bud

I miss my brother.

For Wednesday - Yesterday

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, I yesterday came suddenly

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm

It's One of Those Days

I made myself greek yogurt & honey with a cup of tea and sat down to check my email. Blissful.

The boiler guys came by today to replace a valve so we don't have to keep topping up the pressure or lighting the pilot light. Their tools strewn about the kitchen floor reminded me of home and I chatted to the older one about his one trip to America: Vegas & Hoover Dam.

The laundry smells so good just out of the wash and miraculously (read: cleverly) fit on every space we had available for drying.

My love's placement got done early and suddenly she was home before I left, to answer wedding questions, make choices with me, and watching a few episodes of Glee.

Which, by the way, if you're not watch Glee, you are seriously missing out on some of the best television programming of my LIFETIME.

I got off track, and then I had help getting back on track.

My watch shows the age of year and makes me smile.

I got home tonight, made myself some carrots, peanut butter and sultanas with a cup of tea, and sat down to check my email. Blissful.

Listening to the Stars

Dad, the guitarist is wearing a Triumph of London shirt.

For Sunday - Have You Ever?

Brandi Carlile...