Cuppa woes

My life is quite entertaining, in a peculiar sort of way. I mean The Adam’s Family is considered entertainment, right?

For the past 3 months, I haven’t been having very good mornings. In fact, they probably border on ‘just-about-liveable’.
I think it has something to do with the state of the tea served to me.

To call it ‘tea’ would be akin to confusing day with night. It is made with water (that I’m quite sure of), milk, in copious quantities is definitely involved (which is why I’m sure of the water being used) and if I were to quantify the amount of tea leaves used, surprise, surprise, I actually could. Not because I have a talent for counting peas in a jar or anything, but because it doesn’t take a genius to count to ‘four’.

How can a cuppa made with 4 leaves do you any good? Well, for one, I now believe in tea reading. 4 leaves would indicate quite a miserable fate and that seems to be my truth. Every day.