Speaking of being a slave to appreciation, this morning had me leaping out of bed at 8:10am and race to the milkbar (before an 8:30 online class), I prayed would be open with nothing in my wallet (I had to scrounge for loose change around my house) for milk.
It seems I have a love-affair with Earl Grey.
I got home, triumphant and successful and found out that the last Earl Grey tea bag had run out so I’m stuck here drinking Irish Breakfast.
It’s such a hard life!