Friday, 16 August 2013

Tea Situation

"You're so fucking weird," she said. 

It had been in response to something I had said. 

She had kindly offered to make me a cup of tea, but the only tea immediately visible in the kitchen was Lapsang Souchong which, if you are unfamiliar with it, tastes like a bonfire in a cup. 

"I'll go and explore the tea situation," she said, then did an impression of a person who very much did not want to go downstairs and explore the tea situation.

"You don't have to go and explore the tea situation," I said.

"The tea situation isn't the problem," she replied.

"It might be if it's hidden in the roof," I said.

What's so fucking weird about that?

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