Small-Brown-Dog

I Like tea. It's no big thing in the grand scheme of things but to me its the dogs!
Only thing is that I drink gallons of the stuff. No honestly, literally gallons of it and sometime I look at my mug (it's a big one) at the end of the day and it has ceased to be white on the inside like it was in the morning. It's gone brown, really brown not just that discoloration you get either but layers of the stuff - tanning it's called I think.

Its not all bad though because there is so much build up it must be reducing the internal volume of the mug and therefore I must be reducing my intake as the day progresses. Anyway I was thinking about eventually dying like you do from time to time. No real reason by the way as I'm not depressed or anything but I was thinking how useful even in death I could be to a really nervous Pathologists on his first day with his first customer.

You know how when you start a new job or task you cant remember anything and you are all fingers and thumbs (is it just me ?) Well having me first would be dead easy (no pun intended) . As soon as Dr Nervous Wreck opened me up it would be obvious that I had progressively teaed myself to death. Nice easy result and would fill the noob with no end of confidence. No doubt go on the win prizes and stuff I would think.

Anyway, think I'll make a cuppa.

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