I do hold very strongly that tea is better in England. There's something in the milk. They must have special cows.

Occasionally, if I am very confident in the establishment, I'll risk an egg salad on Dutch crunch, but I must be very confident indeed.

There was no way she was staying trapped with tea at a time like this.

We'd get the cows in and milk before school every day, then we'd go to school, and get home that night after football practice or basketball practice and we'd milk the cows.

No milk," I said.

"No milk," said my sister.

I watched my dad think about this. He looked like he was going to suggest that we have something for breakfast that you do not need milk for, like sausages, but then he looked like he remembered that, without milk, he couldn't have his tea. He had his "no tea" face.

"You poor children," he said. "I will walk down to the shop on the corner. I will get milk.

No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.