Now I’m truly blown away. We’ve both written about Tea.
My dearest Mary Poppins, one day in the stray dog bordello, we shall sup Early Grey and eat those other unmentionable things together. I shall grunt and nod and frown and shake my head and look across the table and you shall know exactly what I want to say — ok!
That is all.
P.S. You are the extra cheese on the top of my scone.
Grunt. Frown. Nod. Shake. Sip.