We’re hoarding today’s tea, a chocolate almond affair, because it’s that rarity in this calendar -a black tea. It’s absurd to drink it tomorrow at breakfast but on the other hand, we have to sing tomorrow morning, so we can’t resort to Twinings or anything that requires milk. Consequently, we’re revisiting a tea alarmingly named ‘Bear Track.’ It’s full of hibiscus, beetroot and we think raspberry, and so is a colourful spot on this dreicht Scots day.
So was the pantomime this evening. We went with our academic daughter for the sake of British tradition and can now safely boast having partaken in one. Well, we’ve seen one. We didn’t do much in the way of active participation. It was good fun though, full of colour and magic, and well worth seeing the once.
In the spirit of the evening here’s not a poem, but Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
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