When I went home I treated myself to a cup of the nice Darjeeling tea I'd put aside for a rainy day. I don't like any other sort of tea, but it's such a treat when I have it. I don't remember having any earlier in the year. I also brought my posh, bone china 'William Morris' style teacup out of retirement. Lovely, but the custard doughnut let it down very badly.
I'm planning one of my South Indian-style curries for later. I hope I manage to eat it without losing interest.
I do like good old Fanny, bless er. All snooty and fag ash.
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