Why is it that the English always offer you a cuppa tea when shit hits the fan? "I'll just get you a cup of tea love!" As if this will solve any problem. As nice as this gesture is, it really doesn't. Solve anything, I mean. Though come that hard day at work, there I am, brewing away. I can almost hear a Mrs. Bouquet type voice in my head.
Can't do caffeine, so my thing, my beddybyes routine has become Bedtime tea with Valerian root.
Tea, honey, pj's and woolly socks, that 's what a cold Autumn evening is made of. To really serve my English side (having lived in London and now missing it dearly), enjoy with candlelight and the newest episodes of Downton Abbey. A cosy evening indeed!
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