Will Kirby get some answers from his landlady at last? Has Connie Carter succumbed to fatigue, drugged tea, or magic? Hmmm.
Panel 3 was inspired by a 1950s movie poster. Anyway want to try and name the source?
Perhaps the tea isn’t so nice, but today’s title is inspired by my mother-in-law who, to Maggie’s chagrin, launched into a song of that title during a conversation. Maggie has no more patience for my own sudden songbursts, though. Here are the lyrics:
I like a nice cup of tea in the morning
For to start the day you see
And at half-past eleven
Well my idea of Heaven
Is a nice cup of tea
I like a nice cup of tea with my dinner
And a nice cup of tea with my tea
And when it’s time for bed
There’s a lot to be said
For a nice cup of tea