Comes from my upbringing: when I was a lad my old man would take his tea up to the shed where he was making something brilliant out of wood - often toys for me, or a nesting box for the garden, or something like that, he was a brilliant carpenter - put it down on his bench and completely forget about it. I would go up to watch (pester) him, and nick his cold tea.
Ever since then I've not minded cold tea at all.
Posted By: Arizona Bay, May 9, 18:41:24
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