Perfection.
I love Saturdays; it is when I go to my yoga class, have coffee with my Meme, dinner with my boyfriend, and maybe even catch up on some trashy television. There is almost no way to ruin a Saturday morning. I never plan much for Saturdays because things seem to just happen. With out planning. 'Spontanious' seems much to exaggerated of a word, but for lack of a better word, things happen spontaneously. There is only one constant and that is my morning tea. I have tea every morning, a big piping mugful of very milky tea. It is what wakes me up, but I like that it doesn't give the the shakes that coffee does (have you ever tried to hold an arm balance in yoga with caffeine pumping through your veins?). I usually have a nice little snack with my tea on Saturdays, maybe a couple of dates, a piece of fruit or toast, but sometimes, sometimes, I have some little tea biscuits. They are the most plain thing, or, rather, pure. They have a subtle sweetness that is no doubt from a bit of sugar, but it isn't too much, in fact, it brings out the sweetness that comes naturally with wheat. Dipped in hot tea, they make an ideal breakfast for my Saturday morning, neither too heavy or too light leaving room in my stomach for the possibility of a nice brunch or early lunch.
Perfection is hard to come by. I don't ask for much, just a mug of tea and some biscuits.
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