I don’t know if many other people are like me, but I’m usually not hungry in the morning, in fact eating at all in the first three or so hours after waking up just makes me feel nauseous. But I eat breakfast anyway because that’s how I was raised; whenever I said I didn’t feel hungry and only wanted something to drink I was subjected to a lecture about how “breakfast is the most important meal of the day”, a point which would be reiterated until I gave in and ate something.
In more recent years I’ve been seeing an interesting little factoid thrown around; that skipping breakfast makes you fat, the logic being that not having breakfast makes you more likely to eat more in later meals. I recently found out where this came from; a study into the habits of people who have maintained significant weight loss found that eight out of ten of them eat breakfast every day.
After a further ten seconds on google I found that one in five adults regularly skip breakfast, i.e. there is no significant difference in the rate of breakfast consumption between those who have maintained significant weight loss and the general population, the majority of which, according to the statistics, are overweight.
This is just bad science and laziness; not only did they not investigate the effects of skipping breakfast before making the claim, they didn’t even check if this behaviour deviated from the average. So I’m not going to worry about breakfast anymore, I’ll eat it if I wake up hungry, but most of the time that’s not the case. At least until I see any real evidence on the matter.
The word biscuit derives from the Old French term bescuit, which itself derives from the Latin for “twice cooked”.
The word cookie derives from from the Dutch term koekje, which is the diminutive form of koek, meaning “cake”.
Whilst the debate on the use of these terms has more to do with cultural differences than language, I believe that anything referred to as a biscuit should be brittle & dry and anything referred to as a cookie should be soft & moist.
Therefore; these are biscuits…
…and these are cookies.
Having read the books, it just seemed like the house which would fit me best, though I’d never given it a lot of thought. More out of curiosity than anything, I signed up for Pottermore, having heard good things about it.
Then this happened.
Now that I am working at a different site I can no longer use public transport in my commute, as such I have bought a car, a small, reliable and fuel-efficient thing. I had managed to avoid driving for four years and now, one hundred miles into car ownership, I remember why:
People are arseholes.
If it’s not people who seem completely oblivious as to the presence and function of indicators (both their own and those of other drivers), it’s people who attempt to overtake when there’s someone coming the other way, forcing both to brake and/or swerve dangerously.
If it’s not those, it’s people who overtake on a blind corner, risking writing off all three cars (and more if there’s people behind), and the death of everyone in those cars.
If it’s not those, it’s people who, not happy to travel at the legal speed limit, drive dangerously close to the back of your car in an attempt to make you speed, instead of simply overtaking, so much so that even if their car were fitted with that automatic system that applies the brakes if you are about to crash, would not be able to avoid running into you if you had to slow down for any reason, like a bend in the road.
All of this happened to me in a single thirty minute period this morning. Multiple times.
My car needs a grenade launcher…