A Tea Party

(ok I lied,

its just me
and my cup
of tea
but we
don't mind

the lack of ceremony)

Breakfast

The thought of describing myself as nationalistic makes me want to puke a little... but take a look at the scene on my kitchen bench this morning, and tell me that I'm not at least a little patriotic...


(Disclaimer: I don't own the mug, or the Vegemite)