I committed an offence so wrong and terrible in our household this week that I will be doing penance for many days to come…
…I made a terrible cup of tea! *play dramatic climax music* Der der deeeeer!!!
The better half needs tea on drip you see. The night of the incident I had offered to make the next cup and in anticipation had boiled the kettle approximately 10 minutes before. I got distracted playing my guitar (that’s what hippies do) and when I made the tea it was luke warm and didn’t brew, but I didn’t know this. I had again been distracted upstairs while leaving it to stew (I get distracted a lot) and the better half had finished the brew. A minute or two later he came up to tell me that the tea was possibly the worst cup of tea he had ever tasted and a crime to the grower, picker and tea granules! Yes, he had to come and find me to tell me that….for the last two days I have now been trying to make it up to him with good cups of tea!
…just in case you are reading this my love here is a lovely cuppa for you to look at…
I have to say that the cup of tea pictured doesn’t look to good either.