Nap time at last; time for tea!
I filled my mug from the cold pot, popped it in the microwave for a couple of minutes and waited impatiently for that soul-refreshing experience that is my nap time cuppa ritual. With a cheerful double beep, it was done.
I reached for the milk but, this is awkward, I’d been a bit heavy-handed in my hasty pour and there was really too much tea in the cup to top it with my desired dash of dairy.
I tried anyway – administering a tiny, clumsy plop and the skimpiest of swirls, but the cup was too full to move. It was a sad moment. Reluctantly, I admitted defeat, decanting teaspoonfuls from the full cup down the drain.
The ritual had lost much of its magic; its flow. I mean the tea was still alright but the experience as a whole was just unsatisfying.