Losing Your Marbles

My Dear Princess and Dear Friends, 

Today I was working in the Lower Hutt office. It's still in Wellington, but about 30 minutes out from the city centre.

Three new VC rooms are getting installed there, so Losi, Corrie, Jefe and I went out there to do testing and help out generally. It was fun. I like getting out and about. 

At lunch time, we found a Japanese place and had ramen and rice and katsu. Corrie was very excited because she found "ramune" a fizzy drink with a marble in it. 

I got one too, because I like to open my mind to new culinary experiences so long as they are not octopus or testicles.

If you want to know why there's a marble in ramune, you can read about it here. 

More to the point, there's the whole fun of breaking the seal on the bottle and then pushing down the marble with a satisfying "plonk" before taking a swig. It was SWEET and CHEMICALLY.

"That's the taste of being ten years old again," I said. 

But I didn't really care. PLUS I had a WHOOSH of energy after I finished it. I cannot think why.

S.