Tea and ToastSometimes all you want is a little tea and toast. Since there was no milk it had to be OJ. Which is ok as vitamins are needed. It has been 3 days of sore throat and fever, luckily not the swine that is infesting everyone around me. My toast even arrived with a little heart shaped muffin, sweet.

And like the Burger says, 'a cuppa tea solves everything' and the Buns also then pipes in, 'England wouldn't have won the war without tea.' Tea and sympathy and some drugs is what cures the sick. Thanks to the drug provider and tea maker / nurse extraordinnare Dee. She should get a medal for coming so close to the sick, maybe I should start calling her Florence.

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The Candyman's bread was a little undercooked in the middle but it still made for a good sangwich. My uber pet peeve is when people say sangwich! It is sandwich, with a d - unless you are illiterate than you should not say sangwich!

Big Gino's (chavs) in the T-dot say this and I have to admit a member or two of my family say this and it drives me wild. It is like they are in the Sopranos.

With a little toast action, Candyman had a lovely turkey sarnie. (And he told me that after the triathalon he is back in the land of sugar highs!)