Picture the scene:
Freshly boiled kettle, already poured onto the tea-leaves in the carefully warmed pot.
Still-warm coconut macaroon waiting temptingly on a plate.
I go to the fridge - and the only milk is a carton of chocolate milk that I bought for the kids as a weekend treat! AAAAAARGHHH!
So I am having a cup of tea made with chocolate milk. My grandmother would turn in her grave!