I decided this morning it was coffee time. When the kettle had boiled, I made a pot of tea for Mum, who prefers tea, and then realized she was out. I KNEW she had gone out, and only made the tea out of absent-mindedness. The only person in the house who could possibly drink that tea was me. And I’m not a tea-drinker.
Still, it seemed a shame to waste a teabag, so I took it. I left half the mug of tea to get cold, but there’s nothing wrong with a change. (Thinks longingly of her sachets of Choca Mocha).