All things British

My day begins pre-dawn, as both the sun and I struggle to get out of bed at unearthly hours between 6 and 7 (I'm oping to make it 6) and I go down to a cuppa and the Guardian. (two babies and many bottles too, but they are British citizens as well - or will be when their photograph can be taken). Then there's the daily drizzle, a bit of sunlight playing hide and seek, tempting you outdoors only to let the drizzle back on when you get there.
On TV, there's BBC1 and House, Project Catwalk and KBC with ads for Southall travels (though I try and watch Angel too, unsuccessfully mostly).
And there's flavoured yogurt, and Welsh milk, online ordering at Tesco - promised home delivery of 46 items today - and one butter type spread whose name I don't remember that has no taste but promises to be healthy for your heart.
Maybe today there will be a trip to the Co-Op and some Brit magazines as well. Or maybe Welsh cakes!

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Finally, yesterday, I went and submitted my visa application - so will know whether I am to leave for colder shores by Tuesday or so. At the moment ticket has been blocked for the 16th, but unfortunately on SriLankan - no movies to watch for me.
And British Airways doesn't fly from Hyd - how terrible is that.
Anyway, have spent the past two days avoiding doing my two GH stories - now must kill myself as must give them in by tomorrow. Gah! I am really looking forward to a couple of days when I don't do anything.
Like in B'lore, where, by the end of my trip, I even had the mental space to finish off three books - Invisible Cities, Norwegian Wood and In Praise of Shadows. Now I read one article in a magazine and fall asleep.
Back to how I avoided work - well, took cousin to Secret Lake and we hired a pedal boat and took a 20 minute turn around the lake, after which we stopped for a croissant and iced tea, and finally walked home. Two km people!
Also watched two Keanu Reeves movies in bits - an hour of Constantine, and 45 minutes of Kenneth Branagh's Much Ado About Nothing. Kenneth Branagh is a yummy man.
Did I tell you that I watched a performance of Twelfth Night at Udaipur's City Palace. Well, ok, that's a bit misleading - it was in the premises but on what seemed like a playground - no palace lurking in the background. But the night was dark - and cold - and the actors, with one exception, were very good. Good fun.
Now back to diets.