I should warn you, this post is in very bad taste. It is late on Saturday morning and I am in the kitchen making tea. My husband is in the living room with our three small children and his ever-present and much-hated mobile device. I ask him if he would like a cup. He answers: "Yes, thank you! I like the Punjana."
- Hmmm... Maybe later?
- What the HELL is wrong with you?!
- I know you like the Punjana, honey, we've been together 15 years, but could we not discuss it in front of the kids?
- I asked you about TEA. What on earth is on your blackberry if you answered PUNJANA??
- I'm sorry, Dear. I don't think I heard you. Could you say it again, please?