Do you remember your first cup?
That refreshing mouthful that started the addiction?
No, I don't either. But I do like tea. Well, in fact, I love tea.
Good old boring tea, whether it's brewed from fresh tea leaves in a pot or comes in a teabag. I know I am not alone in my love affair for tea, with not too much milk and a couple of biscuits.
We will discuss biscuits in another post, another day.
A Fancy Affair
Now, I know that some of you will be reading this, saying. How could you love just normal boring old tea, in a mug or teacup, when there are so many flavours available?
I would reply that you are welcome to ask that question. However, I am not entirely sure of the answer. I am not going to analyse it. Maybe a straightforward cup of tea will do for some of us.
Just dunk a bourbon cream in my tea, munch, and move on.
Where do you keep yours?
Now, I have some in a tin and some in boxes. That is it, really. I do not need sacks of the stuff, but I am stocked up just in case. You never know when there might be a national emergency and you might need to supply thirty tearful locals with a cup of tea.
Or what if Aunty Gayle's cockatoo suddenly falls off the perch?
Where would you be then?
All in all, tea is part of us. And for many of us, it really is rather lovely!
All written content S.Lawrence © 02/08/2025
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