Chook and Pig.

Friends in the Kitchen.

Waking for the day is a pain in the patootie when it's still dark.

Not a fan.

I am much better now that I am at least of adult age, cheery and pleasant are still talents I aim for, mainline caffiene helps. Wonderful. That first sip is damn fine, not quite mainline but close.

So do my mates, Chook and Pig ... you can't possibly be cranky when those two sit blissfully above your kitchen sink.

Staples.

The proper name is staples. It is the stuff that fills my handbag of a morning not when I begin my day but a bit after that, the essentials, flotsam is how my mind thinks of it. Complete misuse of the word- floating debris of a ship, not-so-much. More the nitty-gritty items that I utilise throughout my workday. The polar airconditioned environment of the cave in which I work, demands both the cardigan (thank you Mr. Roger's for teaching me at a very young age what an essential item the cardigan truely is) and the multiples of lip coverage. One day I will end up lip-less, due to a society where it is acceptable behavior to set the air-con to arctic degrees - THE HIDDEN DANGERS OF WORKING WITH THE MENOPAUSAL. Yet another thesis potential.