Fancy a cuppa?
It’s day two of being caffeine free.
I’d promised myself to go cold turkey after getting my bike license, but found I needed it to stay awake on the bike.
But over the weekend, feeling somewhat poisoned from too much food and drink, I made the decision that I can’t keep stopping every 50 miles for a cuppa. I’m going to have to learn to do without.
A cuppa means tea. I have several cups a day and if I’m concentrating on something, I make it without even realising I’m doing it. It seems necessary for every task I do, write, read, knit, getting out of bed…. There’s gotta be a cup of Yorkshire tea beside me, so strong that it looks red.
So yesterday I started my day with mint tea. Today, I’m still drinking mint tea and despite its refreshing taste, I feel like I’ve only just woken up. Every now and then a headache begins to threaten, but the mint does seem to stave that off for a couple of hours.
Anyone been through this and know when the feeling of wanting to go back to bed disappears?
I could argue it’s because I’m working so hard. The house is an array of boxes, bubble wrap and chaos. The big clear out has begun. After a delayed start due to entertaining and being entertained by family we’ve managed to find a few days of concerted effort to clear the house bar the biking corner.
Phew, I feel like I’m back in full-time work again!
Car boots are fun! Good practice for going anywhere where haggling is the norm. Some have it down to find art, you have to watch that you’re not giving away 5 things for the price of 1. After a while you get canny and make it look like you’re giving away 5 things for the price of one when you’re really not. Next one’s Sunday and with a 5 am start, I wonder how I’ll cope without my caffeine cuppa?
I’ve swapped a sling bag for my camera for something smaller that will fit the tank bag. I want to be able to pull up and take a picture of that amazing view without having to dig into the camping equipment. Now I can, in theory, I’ve still to fit the tank bag to the tank. It requires a screwdriver, so I’m putting the task off.
I’ve been looking at those nested pots and pans and think, oh, dear, we really do eat too much. That pan is meant for four people. Really? It won’t do the two of us. So, I’ve decided that the much loved, over-used and heavy pan I’ve been practising one pot meals in is much loved and over-used for a reason. It’s a darn good pan and it would feed four. I know this – I’ve done it.
It’s 3kg, a lot more than I wanted to carry in a pan, but I think it’s worth it. The handle comes off and you could fit utensils inside to save space. All I need is a bag to house it, so that it doesn’t damage everything else it might come into contact with.
Bags for pans?
I tried, honest I did, but the best solution I could come up with was a bodhran bag. I bought two, but they went back to the store – too large for the pan. Solution: Wrap it in a micro towel I can use as a tea-towel and put into a linen gym bag. Space and weight saved.
Those creative ideas were before quitting the caffeine. Will my brain ever work again?!?