Is what I say to myself as I shuffle away with my second cup of the morning.
Description: a dark cup of tea in a white and red mug with tiny pictures of landmarks on it
Is what I say to myself as I shuffle away with my second cup of the morning.
Description: a dark cup of tea in a white and red mug with tiny pictures of landmarks on it
To each their own, but why even bother with milk at that point? Unless it’s an assam or something
I vary it up, but I find builders makes me queasy without at least some milk.