Friday, 9 April 2010
I really love tea. Ceylon tea in particular, medium strong, just a dash of milk, thank you. Nothing with added soap perfume, nothing herbal unless I have no other choice; good coffee only rarely, and never ever from Starbucks.
A love of tea goes together with a love of mugs, teapots, tea sets, assorted cups and saucers, and nice little things to nibble alongside.
I have far too many mugs and cups, some of which I never use myself, but are kept for visitors, who often have their own favourite. The kettle is always on in this house. Had I been around in WWII, I'd have been out there somewhere in the bombed ruins, dispensing tea from a huge urn, confident that this was essential to the preservation of life.....
The new mug will be one of my favourites, being pail-shaped and large, not too thick and clonky, with a comfortable handle. Here it is again, Fran, to give you a sense of its size. See, perfectly manageable!
Billy the roofer is back; much tea is being made (strong Typhoo for him and his mate, in sturdy mugs, lots of sugar added, with sugary nibbles on the side). This is the third day of his miraculous return, flaking slates replaced and a new lead gutter installed - and hopefully my ancient roof will be finished today.
Except that he's just found Something Dreadful..... I'm off to put the kettle on again now.
Posted by rachel at 10:53