Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world. ~T'ien Yiheng

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Monday, the 11th of June
The Dormouse, afternoon

I have found, quite curiously, now that I am no longer surrounded by tea I want a cup almost every day. It might be because it is no longer work; but I would bet that it has more to do with the way Hope blends them. It's like she has a sixth sense about what will taste good together.

It's raining and blah and I have no interest in being 'Mayor von SacherMosch' today. I just want to sit and have tea and sweets and not be in charge of anything. So much so I forgo all the pretty dresses in my closet and opt to wear a pair of old, comfortable jeans and a t-shirt I found at the flea market. I have no idea why anyone would want a shirt advertising hardware, but the 'Pretty Hate Machine' part amused me greatly.

With my hair up in a pony tail and a walk that clearly states "I'm off the clock!" I head over to The Dormouse for lunch. I silently pray it's not too busy as I shake raindrops from my hair and push open the door.

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[leah-pontarlier.livejournal.com]

If I want to write or to eat, I usually go to the cafe but not always. Some days I go to the Tea shoppe instead. There are always new teas to try and if it is not too busy I can talk with Hope, and Faith and I may flirt. I like her a lot but I don't know if she would ever like to do more than flirt with me. Maybe I should ask her sometime.

Been sitting at a table where I can see the whole room because I always like to be able to see if something happens. Which right now is Hope sorting tea into little jars, a few people drinking tea and Faith serving them. Look over at her trying to catch her eye. I would like a refill.

Also notice Wanda coming in looking very casual in jeans and t-shirt. For a moment I wish I was outside in the rain. Maybe later. I get the impression that the rain isn't stopping anytime soon.