Oh how true. After a minor freaky zone hour this morning when I had to go back to bed and hide under the covers for fear of little white men taking me away. I'm now perfectly sane and about to make some fresh bread.
Anyone want to come for tea?
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I'll come for coffee, or cocoa, or booze, anything but tea. 10 days of Mrs Doyle has left me all tea-ed out
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