A second(ary) cup was mandatory, almost essential. There has to be a Plan B, you know...when Plan A goes awry.
But a second cup is a second cup. It did not perk me up the way the first cup did.
Nevertheless I did not leave it to chance. But gulped down the rest without a qualm lest the monstrous fly again dissolved my plan
of living a life of sedentary pace and hard-earned contentment.
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Disconcerting indeed!
ReplyDeleteYes, it was Rosemary
DeleteHa Ha! The fly should fly away. I get that second cup referenece.
ReplyDeleteI've had something similar happen to me, but with tea. Very rude flies.
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile - and yes, we always need a back up plan! Jae
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