i’m feeling lark-y. no marking today, few lessons tomorrow. so we had afternoon tea, just the way we like it :: s-l-o-w. i had a blueberry brownie cheesecake, which was good, though not heavenly. today’s brew was french vanilla bean, flat white. probably one of the best, most fragrant brew we had in a long time, i couldn’t decide whether to take in deep rapturous breaths, or just go easy on the theatrics. i’m so recharged i want to end all my sentences with exclamation marks and dot my i-s with big fat circles. it was a light brew, and i’m loving the aftertaste that lingers, and tingles just a little. the vanilla confetti wonder – how can something so ugly taste so good, smell so sweet? it seems almost all right to go back home for a fresh cup of vanilla black tea, stirred with our last vanilla pod. and i had two latte tim tams. nothing a good dose of sugar can’t do. i think i’m all dotty again.
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