I always love the excitement of a new cereal, the thrill of something new, the enchantment of mystery and what treasures may lie within. Today brought great excitement:
Look carefully and then imagine my glee when I saw that there was something in the pack, some sort of prize, some sort of treat, something that, had I been 10, I would have reached my filthy 10 year old hands in to the bag and grabbed. I am a lot more mature now and will await the excitement of it simply falling out, much in the same way as we didn’t find out the sex of our baby, again we will just waited until it fell out. I used to love the rare occasions as a child when we had a cereal that had gifts/toys in and it was like winning a prize, we would all argue over who would get it, multiple hands in the cereal, fights breaking out, cereal all over the kitchen floor, complete mayhem, all for ‘Spokey Dokeys’. Unfortunately due to people moaning about possible choking hazards or some other non realistic problem there are no spokey dokeys or toys but inside the clear pouch of delight hidden amongst the cereal there are some ‘discovery cards’. Exciting. Anyway on I went to pour my cereal, no discovery cards fell out today just a whole bowl full of what must be one of the dullest cereals I am likely to meet along the way on this quest. My goodness they have zero flavour, they have the texture of foam packaging beads and the taste. I worked my way through the bowl eating slightly milk wetted foam packaging type cereal, surely the milk left at the end would save the cereal, surely it would be its saving grace? No the milk ended up tasting the same as did when it went in the bowl. It was not good, unless of course I had wanted a glass of milk. Tomorrow I will hunt for some sort of flavour, but I just don’t know if I will find any. The dullness was not all I would take from the Kellogg’s Multi Grain Shapes, they made me very self-concious, those who know me will know that I really don’t care that much about my appearance but when I looked in the mirror this morning I was fed up with my hair, so much so I went to a barbers for the 2nd time this year. I Googled the nearest barbers to my work and went in my lunch break, I was dubious as the barber had no hair which immediately worried me but I persisted, he asked me what I wanted and I said “don’t mind, something like grade 3 or 4 on the back and sides, bit longer on the top maybe?”. He just stared at me then said firmly “3 or 4, which one?”, I said he could choose, he tutted and then cut it, it turns out he was a really nice bloke and didn’t do a bad job. However he did that awkward thing at the end of the haircut when he held a mirror behind my head and looked at me for some sort of reaction, please can I say now once and for all to all barbers/hairdressers….I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT?!? I don’t understand. Why do you hold it there and look at me for a reaction, every time I just sit there, with a confused expression, and say “Yep.” in an enthusiastic way whilst nodding my mirrored head, I don’t know what the question is you are asking me with the mirror but I am saying “Yep” for no reason other than to confirm it is my head in the mirror.