I’ve been horrifically ill with flu since I was on the train back from Manchester on Saturday afternoon, so this has pretty much been all I’ve been drinking.
And my sense of taste is such that I can only tell you that I think it probably tastes like a standard cup of peppermint tea, probably?
In less tea-related news, I decided on a wedding dress, providing that 2 months of the 5:2 diet and a pair of spanx work their magic and I manage to get it zipped up on the big day, and tonight I get to go home and review the special features for this past series of Doctor Who. Special features are my favourite thing about television.
But mostly I miss being able to properly taste stuff. Like, I genuinely had a cup of this tea yesterday, and if I hadn’t made it myself, might not even have guessed it was peppermint. Stupid sense of taste. COME BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK
Boo on feeling sick! Yeah on finding a dress! Yeah on DW specials! Boo on loss of sense of taste!
Hope you feel better soon.
I wish we could get BBC America. I miss Doctor Who. Best of luck with the dress and the wedding. Feel better!