Mrs Sobad’s mother was a great tea drinker. She would always find enough in the pot for a second cuppa – and then boil the jug again if visitors arrived, even if it was only five minutes later.
Mr Sobad’s father was a keen golfer. His uncle was an even keener golfer.
This cache is in honour of all of them; although they would have been bemused by the text speak title.
As we left Mrs Sobad simply had to sing…. This is not compulsory to log the cache, but you might find yourself humming or singing.
Tea for tea (Dorris Day).