Sometimes, turning on the TV can be a real challenge – in terms of controlling the urge to throw the silly thing out of the window. I suppose everybody gets the feeling that there’s about 97368287 different channels and theres actually nothing on, especially on weekends for some bizarre reason. Add the instant-claws-out reflex I have when there’s over-hyped “trends” involved to the short fuse concerning that particular TV-problem and… yep that’s me walking out the door with a boiling thundercloud above my head in tow, en route to one of our city’s gardens for a breather.
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