Tea and Sympathy

Pictured here: The Barn. Home of Bee. It's exactly the kind of home I inhabit in my fantasies of life in the English countryside.

Well, who would have guessed that carrying on the way I do would lead to this.....

So I'm going to bed to watch British programs with a nice pot of tea. See, yesterday we received a package from Bee all the way from lovely Britain. Tea and sympathy, she said on the funny card.

I chuckled as the inhabitants of Golden Manor danced about begging for treats from across the pond. What's this? What's that?

You know I grew up in a small Ohio River town, the product of working class and poor yokels mostly from the Kentucky hills. Well yesterday with all the skitter and racket, I can tell you, Good People of the Internets, the hillbilly* doesn't fall far from the tree. You'd think The Spawn had never seen a delivery before. And the fact that the box said "Royal Mail" was almost too much to handle. British accents broke out like fancy hives.

Thank you, Bee, for the candies, biscuits and tea.
And for your words and your friendship. I am so grateful to know you.

Tea, biscuits, candies.
Oh, dear. I'm home alone with these treats today.
Whatever shall I do?

The biggest kid in the house enjoys the piglet candies.
Can you believe he set up elaborate math strategies and arm wrestling contests
to see who got to eat the Piglets?
He is a cruel man who must be stopped.
Um. I think that's the sick talking.
Sorry, MathMan.

My head is pounding. I'm ever so tired.
And the kettle is singing.
I must go.

Tea?

*Although someone might want to do a anthropological study on Jewish-hillbilly hybrids. I don't think there are too many of them around.