The joy of tea.

This isn’t the first time I’ve written about a cup of tea, but it’s been long enough.  I’m reading The Ballroom Cafe at the minute, and there are so many delightful descriptions of buns, coffee and tea in it.  I love being taken into a world that makes you hungry, and longing for a hot drink.

Every day, between 10 and half-past, I stop what I’m doing and make a cup of tea.  It has to happen, because on days it doesn’t, I’m strangely out-of-sorts.  I always try to get all the awkward phone calls, disruptive errands or hideous house-work done before that time, so I can just sit down on my armchair with my biscuit (sorry, that wasn’t honest) with my two biscuits and my blue Denby cup of tea.  Always poured from a teapot – tea in a cup is a travesty.

I usually don’t do anything else in those precious fifteen minutes.  I just hold my warm mug, dunk the biscuits and look out at the ever-growing Rowan tree, with the taller ones beyond.  I don’t need to think about anything, just be with my tea.

I love it when I hear people comforting their friends by saying, ‘Let’s go and have ourselves a wee cup of tea’.  There is something profoundly reassuring and safe about that.  I remember being given a very sugary one in secondary school after being verbally bullied by a nasty boy.  I remember discovering I couldn’t take milky tea without feeling nauseated when I was pregnant with my wee girl.  That hasn’t changed since then.  You could actually do a dot-to-dot between nearly every incident in my life with the cups of tea I’ve drunk then.  Some to join a family member or friend, some to get to know someone new, some to steady nerves, but most simply because that is what I do every day.  Tea is a joy, and I bet you’re thinking of having one now.  “Ah go on, go on – you will you will you will!”

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