Tea

Last year for Christmas I bought a bag of English Blend tea and sent it off to my friend Matt in Australia. It never arrived but chose instead to circumnavigate the  globe at its leisure (Matt muses that it may have been carried by directionally-challenged pigeons), visiting various parts of the world. It only arrived today in Marin, California, in the good ole' U.S. of A, fifteen months too late. Matt brewed himself a cup to test its mettle.

English tea for the English man.

 "Is tea like wine?" he asks. "Does it get better with age?"

 So far so good.

Gaaaaaaargh!

Apparently I have killed yet another friend. And this one really was an accident.
Note to self: must be more careful. They are getting harder to replace.