This Wouldn't of Happend to Picard


Tea, that most quintessential of English drinks. That lovely warm brown substance, tea is indeed to me what spinich is to Popeye. I just can't function with out it. Don't belive me? Here is a quick example of what happened when I went into the kitchen and found out that my sister had just used the last teabag and thrown it out! Some people no consideration I tell you.

I decided to make a cup of coffee instead and grab a nice pork sarnie. This sandwich of course would need a nice bit of cranberry sauce on it. However due to my lack of teaness I instead picked up a jar containing a differant red substance. So I ended up spreading strawberry jam all over it. As you can prbably imagine this didn't lead to a good combonation. After I'd scraped of the jam and added located and added the cranberry, it was time to put the butter away, however I couldn't find it. That would be because I'd just loaded it into the washing machine. Merde.