Food makes me your friend....

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....