chainocommand:

crystalmir:

chainocommand:

I miss mugs. Nothing like a nicely patterned, warm mug to make writing essays that little bit wee less stressful. Not much, but you can at least have a proper cuppa…

Lies.  As a British person you only drink tea out of teacups.  With saucers.  And little spoons.  And I mean the spindly delicate teacups not the sturdy ones.  With roses on them.  Tudor roses.

How are your papers going?  I think mine have driven me a bit crazy.

Nah, love, you’re thinking about my mum - I drink it like they do in Yorkshire: big mugs and maybe a cheeky Hob Nob!

My papers hate me and the feeling is very mutual. I think I’ve finished two, just need to go over them, but Payne’s is kicking my ass seven ways from Sunday.

You?

Next you’re going to tell me you drink tea at four in the afternoon with scones and jam.  And clotted cream.  In empire waist dresses.

Same.  I’m doing Payne’s now.  All of it.  In one night.