We have recently got new vending machines for drinks at work. The tea is extremely malty - Horlicks or Maltesers malty. The weird thing is that the first time I tasted it I thought "I've never tasted tea like this" and then a few days later I did. We keep vaguely talking in the department about clubbing together for a kitty to buy milk and teabags and instant coffee, but no-one can ever be arsed to sort it out. Metaphor for life, society, whatever, I guess.
I have just done a word count and that first paragraph is 84 words which means I have sixteen left. And now I’m done.