So last time I reminisced about my failed chances with a tea-hating bird who was way out of my league, anyway.
I mean, I don’t want to try to force it when she’s got lousy tastebuds anyway. What would happen to the children? They’d hatch and not know whether to swoop down on a cup of Keemun or a brackish pond full of nasty, trasheating carp.
Keemun for my kids! That’s not negotiable.
Anyway, what’s it matter, right? We worked together years ago. I was never on her radar.*
Well, just a few days ago I got a random email from her. That’s right!
And what does she say but, “How about we meet over tea?”
NOW she’s speaking my language!
I will let you know what happens… very, very soon…
*Metaphorically speaking– she’s not a bat
