Married Life

"What sort of tea would you like?" I just (literally a few moments ago as I write) called upstairs to Mrs The Millbrooker.

"I don't mind. Anything you want..." came the response. Followed swiftly by "..so we'll be having Keemun, then."

"Why am I so predictable?" I pondered aloud.

"I want to be wild and dangerous," I kept this thought to myself as I poured boiling water over the Lapsang Souchong. Ha! That'll surprise her.