be an Apple woman, not a Biscuit woman

and have been for the last week. Ever since I finished working for the summer. I thought for a while that Apple women could read all day, catch up on movies and so on, but to be honest, I think that Apple women must get out of their pajamas before eating lunch. And so, currently, I am a Biscuit woman through and through.

You know when you wake up and there are little grubby bits of crunchy flakey stuff in your eyes? Most people call this sand. Or sleep. But really it’s biscuit crumbs. All night you lie there and crust over, the Biscuitman making you more idle, less productive. His dream is that you will finally crust over completely. But when the sun rises, we wake up and crack all the biscuit-skin that has grown in the night, brush it off, and shine like apples, fresh for a new day.

I am feeling very Appley today. Bright and happy. Biscuit days are a thing of the past.

Digestive- unable to survive without a cup of tea

Custard Cream or Bourbon Biscuit- racial issues

Chocolate Hobnob- melts in your tea and on your fingers

Dog biscuit- only fit for animals

Jammy Dodger- I want it to be more than just luck

Golden Delicious- young, healthy and lying a beach with golden skin

Granny Smith- with twenty grandchildren to spoil and tell stories to

Rome Beauty- classic good looks

Gala- attending swanky parties

Macintosh- free thinking