Billy Tea
Last night I went to visit my parents, say hello, eat dinner and watch the Freo Dockers beat the Crows at home! *does the mexican wave* After the football, mum had got up to make coffees and teas and Dad was stretched out on the couch as normal, and then he started to tell me about this tea that mum brought last weekend. Dad is a tea fiend, and mum found a brand of tea called “Billy Tea” - being aussies and all, mum thought it would be nice to take it home and give dad a cup and see how it taste. Dad said to me, “remember that fish meal mum cooked? It was worse than that!” - The fish meal he refers to, was my birthday dinner about 14 years ago, and should be reported COPS style “When Birthday Dinners go wrong, be prepared for the [pause] Consequences”
The first sign of trouble was the wrinkling of dad’s nose as he brought the cup closer to his mouth, and he caught a whiff of it, he looked at mum suspiciously before taking a huge gulp and swallowed. Then he started coughing and gagging. The tea tasted, according to dad like mud and dirt. “No wonder,” he proclaimed, “that no one drinks billy tea around campfires anymore, they were making it in the dark and throwing handfuls of dirt into the billy can to drink something!” By this time I was laughing so hard I was crying and mum was most offended (or trying to be, in between fits of laughter). “Perhaps mum was making it wrong!” I suggested as i was mopping up the tears from my eyes. Dad looked at me, “What do you mean? making it wrong”
“Well dad, maybe mum should have swung the cup around a few times like they did with billy cans so the tea could mix properly, it might have tasted better!” Well that was the end of that conversation. Dad laughed so hard his teeth flew out of his mouth and I still have a sore tummy today from laughing so hard. Gotta love my parents 
I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.
I keep dreaming about how to fix mobile phones, how to activate them… From Monday, it’s in the trenches, fists flying, feet kicking, I will be in with the rest of them and trying to cut it with the grownups. The sandpit of training is now closed, we graduate from newbies to rookies, and the next lot are coming up behind us and we must make room for the new blood. I am really looking forward to it all - the story will probably change monday night though once I get home.
Astalavista! I have washing to hang out and a walk to walk.
Ooh! one more thing, I picked this up from Robert Corr’s site and I think it should be looked at and spread around. They want more non english speakers and non americans to do this survey