I
Yawning,
I
I
and smearing my eyes with my fingers, I
walked
walked bleary eyed
into the kitchen and
made
made myself
boiled the kettle.
filled the kettle.
took the kettlegrabbed the kettle, unhooking it from the cord and filled it..
I filled it with fresh waterI turned the tap and drew fresh water,
making sure it was cold enough
checking with my hands to make sure it was cold enough
()
(The best tea comes from the coldest water!). I filled the kettle as I glanced
outside at the mistoutside for a minute across the city mist. I could
taste
almost taste the grey.
I got some biscuits.
The kettle was full so I plugged it inThe kettle was half full, so I switched the tap off and returned it to its socket.
I turned it on
I flicked the power switch on
and
got some biscuits out.looked for biscuitssifted through the cupboards, looking for biscuits.
Anything
Anything above loose crumbs would do.
I
Thankfully I found some fusty digestives.
Biscuits
For some reason, biscuits are
nicer
always nicer when
they're
they've gone a bit dry and stale.
I took the milk out of the fridge.
I took the milk out of the fridge and poured some into a mug.
I reached over and opened the fridge, retrieving the milk.
I got a mug and poured some milk in.
I poured a little into a mug at the same time as grabbing the mug from the cupboard and placing it on the surface.
This
This is a technique I developed that
doesn't really save any time, but makes me feel clever.
Then I made myself
The kettle began grumbling fiercely
so I poured water on to a teabag
so I took it from the cord, threw a teabag into my cup and poured boiling water onto it
and watched it brew.
. I watched
swirls
brown swirls rise up and through the
watermuted white of milky water. A few minutes passed.
I put the teabag in the bin.
I
removed
removed and squeezed the teabag, then flicked it into the bin. I picked up my mug and left the kitchen with
teaa cupnice cup, hot cup of tea strong tea.