Coffee drinkers get no chat from me, I’ve nowt to say to ‘em
Oh, I enjoy a coffee sometimes myself – but when you come into MY tea house on the day of my daughter’s wedding and I’ve got 40 different teas, come oooon at least take a look! ;(
Massa: Would you consider us adorable?
Smedley: No. We’re adult men.
Massa: ?
Smedley: We’re cute.
More people coming here, to a cafe, for a meeting and not buying a drink. Do you not think that’s a bit of a damn cheek??? You can’t spring £2 for a pot of tea between you, or even £1 for a can? Makes me so furious!
Pet peeve: People who yelled at you and made you angry but try to joke with you a few minutes later because they can’t stand the atmosphere they created
I wanna write and I have it in my head but the problem with writing like, a sentence at a time, every few days (or weeks) is that I completely forget if I’ve already made the point I want to make, or said something very similar already.
Also this fic really is just love in a time of zombies. Idek.
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