Tea Gone Cold

Just found a cup of tea I'd forgotten about from forty minutes ago. It was half full, which is annoying, because that's quite a lot of tea. See, it's not always the optimist who claims a glass (or mug) is half full - I could have reasoned that at least the cold mug of tea was already half empty, so it wasn't such a waste. I like the fact that I like tea. Like my passion for (or, more accurately, tolerance of) folk music, it makes me feel like I belong in this country, like I have an identity. Real ale, that's another thing. And queuing, I'm great at queuing.