Today it was a craving for something a bit fresher than the blacks of the sampler box. Something with a little more perky to it.
So therefore I pick the tea that smells of warm strawberry yoghurt. No my mind doesn’t make sense to me either.
Still. It’s fresher than Indian blacks.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take my tea and find my book. I had to get off the train this afternoon just at a really exciting spot! O.o