I think it is most odd and downright bizarre to start the week and a mondaymorning with a singing cab driver. Hurhur. I’m no morning person!! So I’m ridiculously inept in social behaviour early in the mornings and would rather be left to myself.

Grr.

You see…I need a cup of tea (howenglish!) everymorning before I even feel semisort of pleasant// nice. I think I must have gotten addicted to routine or caffeine when working with Katie in the past. The (notvery)proper British lady -whom I still have grand affections for- always had a habit of filling her cup with tea and milk every hour. It became our regularmorningaffair somehow.

Tea also does wonders for me, anytime anywhere.

Today, I have decided in the worstwaypossible that singing to me before 9am (and before teatime) is a very bad idea. This is especially so if said person starts warbling eversoloudly and takes on operatic over(under?)tones. Grr…

Hello Monday. It’s good (?!) to see you again.