I stayed at the Catholic center after Mass tonight to work on my paper or whatever else I could get done. At about 10:30, I decided it was time for a tea break. How wrong I was.
First of all, I was reminded that I always mean to bring tea bags with me up there when I was compelled to brew up an icky perfumey Bigelow bag of no particular blend. I went hunting in the kitchen to see if I couldn’t rustle up some milk, and had a moment of joy before realizing that the milk in the fridge was two weeks past its date and totally rancid. Four words: ring around the jug.
With this sorry cuppa came a melty puddingy lemony bar and a sort of cake with some congealed cherries embedded in it. This combined with a lack of internet was almost enough to send me home. However, I have a lot to do and not much time to do it in, so I had to persevere.
Stiff upper lip, and I will BMOT next time.