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| A " nice" cuppa on the Virgin Pendolino |
I’ve officially entered the Middle Aged Club. Apparently, “thermos flasks” define us. Yes, I freely admit to taking a flask of hot
water, a bottle of milk and teabags with us where ever we go but since when
that sensible
and thrifty activity became a
signature of the middle aged, is anyone’s guess. (On re-reading, I suspect I may
have condemned myself out of my own mouth).
Put simply, THE FLASK is merely an essential item within my rucksack (or
cycle panniers) and has been for over 35 years. You never know when the need
for a cuppa will strike!
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