Sat having a nice cup of tea and a biscuit in the late afternoon (or is it early evening, already?) sunshine in the garden.
Above the distant thrum of the motorway, way off in the distance, i can hear the trill of birds marking their territory.
There’s something relaxing and fundamentally essential about cups of tea and biscuits.
I don’t think a mug of tea with a cookie would have quite the same cache about it.