So, this isn't quite a Black Stories mystery, but a true-life tale that happened to me the other day and had me stumped for at least half an hour, and I thought it might be fun to see if you could solve it.
The Case
The other day I thought I'd make a pot of tea. (Since the pandemic I've switched from teabags to proper brewing of loose-leaf tea in a pot, though with a kind of wire basket to retrieve the leaves afterward.) But when I took the lid off the pot I discovered I had already made one earlier, which was now cold. I decided to just heat up a cup in the microwave—I know some people find reheating to be a crime against tea, but I honestly think it tastes just fine.
So I looked around for my favorite tea mug, but I couldn't find it.
Where was it?
(Ask me any such questions as might help, or propose places to look for it.)
The Case
The other day I thought I'd make a pot of tea. (Since the pandemic I've switched from teabags to proper brewing of loose-leaf tea in a pot, though with a kind of wire basket to retrieve the leaves afterward.) But when I took the lid off the pot I discovered I had already made one earlier, which was now cold. I decided to just heat up a cup in the microwave—I know some people find reheating to be a crime against tea, but I honestly think it tastes just fine.
So I looked around for my favorite tea mug, but I couldn't find it.
Where was it?
(Ask me any such questions as might help, or propose places to look for it.)