The office has no kettle.
Two floors above the office is a kitchen, which will give me free “tea” or hot water, and in the office is a sachet-based “coffee” delivery system which does not deliver hot water on its own. In order to solve this “No Tea” problem, and it is a problem, I have invested in something that could be classed as a mistake.
Freeze dried instant tea.
It looks like a lighter version of instant coffee.
The world, however, is conspiring against me getting any. I have cunningly cut the bottom from a hot-chocolate sachet to trick the machine into giving me hot water, in time to discover that the device has no water. In refilling the coffee machine, the cooler ran out of water. Then the coffee machine refused to boil the water I gave it. Eventually, I had hot water.
It’s cooled down a bit now, and I’m not sure how to describe exactly how it tastes. Hmm.
You know when if you leave a cup of generic teabag tea for a little while too long, it starts to generate a kind of earthy taste in the back of your mouth, sort of reminding you of the legends of teabags being made out of the floor sweepings of places where they cut real tea? It tastes like that. All like that. Distiled and coating the back of your throat like a week in the desert.
Time for plan C, then. I suspect plan C involves giving in and switching to coffee while I’m at work. Who needs sleep patterns anyway?