The Wheels On The Bus

Having just gotten thrown under the bus for the third time today, I was walking past the little kitchen that sits directly outside my door and I chanced to notice that they have Earl Grey. And Mini-moos. And raw sugar. So I decided that a little mental trip to Ireland, courtesy of tea with milk, was just the ticket. Because in Ireland you only end up under a bus if you fail to look both ways before crossing the street.