rich tea

I'm mainlining Rich Tea biscuits. Don't know how healthy that is, but there it is.

Miss M and her friend Tallulah ventured out to explore the Rick Rubin mansion at the bottom of the hill and have run back screaming and out of breath, with big rosey smiles spread across their faces. "Oh...My.....God" they pant, "there were shoes, like new ones, on the wall, cute white wedges....and Tallulah is like, 'ohmygod, there's a rapist' and so we ran back and we were like so scared..." "Aha, makes perfect sense," I say, my bottom emerging from the attic where I'm fixing the damn internet for the seventh time today, "you see shoes...ergo...rapist." They giggle breathlessly. Now they're taking pictures by the pool, all blonde hair and shorts and rosiness.