I found this in my desk this week:
Almost two years to the day since we flew to the Maldives for our honeymoon I find one of the hotel tea bags – brought back just because they seemed to taste so nice. Couldn’t resist brewing it up – still very, very good.
This connection of events seemed a trifle spooky, and during this chilly week it’s made me not a little whistful for this:


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