I’m going to describe my ideal. A dream.
I want to spend an afternoon lying down with someone, talking about music on hours at an end. We would be in a room with the air-con switched on. The stereo system would be switched on, playing whatever music we want. There’ll be a teapot filled with tea - Twinings, Earl Grey’s. And no matter how cold the room gets, the tea would still remain hot, piping hot. Little spirals of steam will waft slowly from our cups, filling the room with a light fragrance. On the outside, it’ll be raining, heavily but without the thunder and lightning. And it’ll be beautiful.