Tea! Thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid, thou innocent pretence for bringing the wicked of both sexes together in a morning; thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tipping cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate thus, and adore thee.
I'd join you in a cuppa, but I've broken one of my own rules, and dropped a humungous hint to Mrs Theland, that after my 12 hour shift today, a couple of beers would do nicely. (Haven't had one this year) So, waiting in great anticipation, to see if whoever arrives from the "Mackies" run, will have stopped at the offee to do the honours.