Ramblings of a Misguided Squirrel

~Musings on Life from a Squirrel and her resident Umpa Lumpa~

Tea before Boys (although strictly speaking the other way round ….)

on May 2, 2014

I told you I’d be back!

And here I am.


So,  first things first,  le boy incident!


Well, twas a fairly light and moderately rainy Saturday morning …..

And a group of intrepid explorers were about to set off on their Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Expedition.

It would be a gruelling trek across the Yorkshire Dales, containing absolutely. no. singing. (At all. That is completely what happened. Nope. Zero singing. Nu-uh. There were no Queen, Disney and Road to EL Dorado repeats. Stop asking questions!)

And camping. There was to be camping.


Anyway, when we had walked a ridiculous distance and reached the campsite and set up camp and cooked and all that palaver, all five of us piled into three-man tent to play cards and stuff. Also Truth or Truth (which is identical to Truth or Dare, except with no dares. I think you get the picture). Well, it transpired that one of the boys had a crush on me. The phrase ‘is there any point me asking you out?’ was used. To which the answer was, no, not really, you’re not my type.


So there you have it dear readers! There was a short boy thing that happened! And before you ask, we’re cool now.


So yeah!



I’m going to the fair with some friends tomorrow, then off to see my cousin’s concert Sunday night! So busy weekend, but BAnk Holiday Monday and I get to see my cousins, so yay.


Also so. much. WORK! Right now! I have pretty much zero free time any more! This is seriously affecting my lunchtime=emergency-homework-for-next-lesson-time-strategy!


OH and me and my cousin have started writing letters to each other because who doesn’t love getting things in the post? It’s great!


Also I spent about 45 minutes earlier trying to make a cup of tea properly, as opposed to the teabag-mug way. (This is England. We take our tea seriously. I fully expect to start a few arguments with this post).

So first – leaf tea. Yes. You heard me.

A family blend of leaf tea.

(It is not nearly as posh as it sounds – it basically consists of buying a bag of Earl Grey leaf tea and a bag of Yorkshire Gold leaf tea and pouring them both into a leaf-tea-tin because the bag sizes mean the proportions are right)


Anyway, so then the leaf tea goes in a tea-pot and you boil a kettle-full of water. Then the bit everyone can agree on – add the water to the tea. Leave it for a while (during which time I spent scouring the house for a cup, not a mug, and saucer which were packed away in the most obscure place!) then pour it through a tea-strainer (another 15 minutes trying to find that) into the mug. Milk after. Stir with a spoon, then drink.


So there you have it – leaf-tea in a cup, milk in 2nd, no sugar.

What about you? Since tea is something of a touchy subject around here, please keep the violence to a minimum?


You may be wondering why the sudden tea stuff, and well.

You remember my …issue … with finding it impossible to not put Good Omens in my English? Well, it’s kind of … a little … turned into … well …..


So my English might end up being a dissertation on tea ……. Featuring Crowley and Aziraphale. Oops.


Speaking of, more songs for Eleanor! (Looks like that’ll be a regular thing … both oops and sorry!)


I found it on YouTube! I mean it’s a 10/Rose vid which makes me cry anyway, and the song and I love it and just A/C and yeah you made me cry again so well done you.

(Terminal Star by Karine Polwart)


Also this gave me feels because of A/C, but also because of Destiel and Cas and general utter, utter misery caused by my favourite ships.

(Rosi Golan – Hazy)


And then there’s this which just made me die of tears and misery and oh. Just oh.

oh. oh. oh.

The pain. and lack of words. I am made of tears now.

(Keaton Henson – You)


If you must wait,
Wait for them here in my arms as I shake
If you must weep,
Do it right here in my bed as I sleep
If you must mourn, my love
Mourn with the moon and the stars up above
If you must mourn,
Don’t do it alone

If you must leave,
Leave as though fire burns under your feet
If you must speak,
Speak every word as though it were unique
If you must die, sweetheart
Die knowing your life was my life’s best part
And if you must die,
Remember your life

You are
You are
Oh, you are
You are

If you must fight,
Fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night
If you must work,
Work to leave some part of you on this earth
If you must live, darling one,

Just live
Just live
Just live

Well, if you haven’t all dissolved already, apologies.

Midsummer Night’s Dream rehearsals are going well, life continues as normal, if ridiculously more hectic than is usual, and my GCSEs (mostly mocks, thank god) are coming up soon!

Actual Science GCSEs on 16th of June though …..

Wish me luck!

If I can get my hands on a laptop and am not too caught up in the fair and everything, I’ll see you tomorrow!

If not, Monday.

Promise 😉








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