Yesterday my new roommate arrived from America.
And just casually sitting in the front room getting aquainted
she pulled out a Rice Crispies Squares Bar
(although i think that it had some other American name)
from her hand bag and offered it to me.
I cant even begin to describe to you the ridiculous sounds
i started making. First I squealed with joy,
and then oohed and aahed whilst i unwrapped it
and then oooooeeed and mmmmed whilst i ate it.
It was bliss.
I'm like a small child,
give me candy and i'm your friend for life.
And then i remembered how earlier on in the week i had danced
with excitement as i poured myself a class of Robinson's Orange Cordial
that i had found in a shop here.
And how last week when in a restaurant when everyone was sampling
each others desserts i was wolfing mine down in glee,
and day-dreamed about it for the rest of the night.
i quite enjoy the fact that it doesnt take a lot to excite me,
i told my new roommate to hold onto the second Rice Crispie Bar
for when serious housemate issues began to arise....