Well’s its Wed-nes-day. My favourite. And I had a crisis this morning. WE RAN OUT OF MILK. So I’m there (feeling quite chirpy considering I got to bed at ten to twelve last night), turn the kettle on, said “morning” to my mum, grabbed my favourite cup, popped in a tea bag, a LOT of sugar, poured in the boiling water, look for the milk and then mum suddenly decides to tell me “oh there’s no milk”. And I turn round and there’s the evidence to prove it. A 4 Pinter semi-skinned bottle of milk. EMPTY. Not a drop left. So, I’m like a quivering wreck on the floor, crying out “Who would be so cruel to deprive a girl of milk! I. NEED. TEA!” (by this point, I’m pulling my hair out, laying face down kicking and screaming (think 3 year old child having tantrum ( then think of a louder, larger 16 year old girl doing the same ( yep, you got it)))).LOL jokes. I just said “Ok” and had orange juice instead. But I thought that the first version was more dramatic and if you lived in Hollywood you would react like that, or if you had been admitted to a psychiatric hospital. So anyway we made a quick stop at Co-op and I ran in (I swear if you looked at the CCTV in slow motion I would look like a superhero coming in to save the day ( NOTHING WOULD STAND IN THE WAY OF ME GETTING MY MILK! )), not bothering to get a receipt, we rushed home and once again, I grabbed my cup, my teabag, sugar, spoon etc. etc. etc. and I made that cup of tea.
And my god what a cup of tea it was.
LOVE,
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