One of my favourite memories from last year was the magic tea stop that appeared around that time. Queuing up for a cuppa with the niggling suspicion that I might be in the throws of a sleep deprived hallucination. That at any second I might snap out of it to find myself drinking out of an ornamental bird bath in some poor strangers front garden.
One of my favourite memories from last year was the magic tea stop that appeared around that time. Queuing up for a cuppa with the niggling suspicion that I might be in the throws of a sleep deprived hallucination. That at any second I might snap out of it to find myself drinking out of an ornamental bird bath in some poor strangers front garden.