Since moving out of home I have considered myself very lucky with the company I keep. So just when I began to think that the transition stage from one group of housemates to another was over... I find out the worst news possible.
My new 'roomies' are everything I could want them to be, minus one (incredibly significant) flaw-They don’t like tea.
Sad face. Breeza I miss you.
Night after night, I hope and pray they will accept my invitation to a midnight tea party. Alas, constant rejection.
I must admit, I am slightly confused... who doesn’t like tea? Are they aliens? What do they drink?
It is hot and it’s delicious- it is like a giant hug from your favourite teddy bear. It is the penultimate experience before the land of nod.
I will endeavour to change my housemates ways... but in the meantime, looks like I have to invite nanna dearest over again.
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