The moon was lovely. As the eclipse reached its peak, the line of clouds embraced it. I was off to sleep. Apparently…. not enough sleep.
Oh, for the love of tea…..
Okay, so the images aren’t tea. But, if it were, oh, how this is what I need.
Coffee stall, from Charles Knight’s London, vol.4, 1843
Breakfasting Out, 1859, by Robert Dowling,
If I Had My Own Blue Box: 
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