I like mint.
I’m loving the puppies.
If it’s on the menu, anyway. Hot mint tea….Mmmm.
Ummm, there’s Scottish Blend, Cranberry and Echinacea (yuck) or some sort of weird sachets of cappucino (double yuck).
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“Herbal medicine’s been around for thousands of years! Indeed it has. And then we tested it all, and the stuff that worked became medicine. And the rest of it’s just a nice bowl of soup and some pot pourri.” - Dara O’Briain
I tend to not like mint-flavoured things. They taste of toothpaste.
What is wrong with good old fashioned china tea? Assam? Darjeeling? Maybe even a lovely cup of Lapsang Souchong?
“Never before in my time at the bar or on the bench have I ever had to deal with somebody who voluntarily allowed himself to be buggered by a dog on the public highway.”
Hey, I have Scottish Blend or assorted mingy beverages.
That’s it.
Do I look like a waitress?
...Well, now that you mention it…
Think carefully…
He he he, bring me my tea wench. Oh and one of those sooooper scones.
Please.
Most waitresses are better dressed.
Today I’m wearing a Pokemon t-shirt.
