You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me. -- C.S. Lewis
I do not function without my tea. I wake up, and put the kettle on. All else comes second.
I get cranky if someone else makes my tea--did they hot the pot? Did the kettle truly boil? Did they put too much water in it? I get crankier if I can't have my tea.
Hot, strong, with skim milk. No sugar. The first two mugs are the best, but I drink the rest.
I like weekends, because I've got time to drink a whole pot of tea, and then make another. Weekdays, I have to stop at two large mugs. Any more than that, and I won't make it through the morning commute. Tea does make me have to pee.
Nothing fancy, just Tetley orange pekoe. Oh. Only Tetley orange pekoe. I took it up while breastfeeding--my mother smoked and drank tea, and I do the same.
I'll quit the cigarettes before I quit my tea.
I love my mug of tea. Fiercely.
This is my favourite month ever... now, if only I weren't sick.
My husband bought me a LAPTOP LUNCHBOX!
Now I will have to make cute and healthy lunches. No, this could be good...
