my cup of tea/müsli

I hate the manager in the restaurant I'm working in. He's arrogant and unpolite... He won't ever see me to talk about payment and schedule. I just wont work every day and weekends. I'm not in London to work. And they're unproffessionel with the orders, they even wash by hand.... So I've put down my pride a couple of notches and I am now looking for nanny-jobs. It would be quite lovely with a room where you don't have to freeze your ass of.

It feels like a failure if I go home as well, plus it's like Antarctis in Sweden right now!

I've noticed while in London, I'm obsessed with milk and müsli. I can eat it morning til evening! New expression: my kind of müsli ( = lots of nuts, dried fruit, seeds!)

Went with Clara to eat at Pauls. The sandwiches were OK. I mean you go there for the patîsseries!!! Anyway, they charged an extra and a half pound just to sit in although I found a tenner in the street, ca-ching!