Although some of you reading may actually be residents here, I wouldn't know. I may not even know who all of you are.
Cheers all around, then! Welcome, welcome.
I think it's high time we have a good chat on tea, don't you?
As you can tell by my windowsill, tea and I are having a smashing tryst with one another. On average, I go through three to four cups of tea a day. It's the solution to cold, exhaustion, extroversion, sleepiness, need-to-get-sleepiness, and boredom and the perfect companion to a nice chat with a friend, a movie, or a book. Today it joined me while I finished-up PS I Love You.
Once you down a cuppa tea, though, and have snuggled down deep into a den of warmth, you are faced with a problem: the cup. Therein lies my current windowsill issue. I hoard my dishes and hide them with the curtain.
This is particularly ironic considering the fact that I am the one responsible for house tidiness and keep my students vigilant about their dish clean-up. Thus, the curtain.
But I ask you, my dear friends and compatriots, when faced with the task of maintaining a proper body heat for survival and you've finally regained feeling in your hands--minus your fingers. a lost cause, that one--would you venture into the frozen tundra that is your bedroom, hallway, and kitchen, to return a wee mug? I should think not.
I shudder to consider the alternative.
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