Saturday, 5 January 2013


I'm 'doing' dry January. Cue eye-rolling. 

As I awake, I won't say fresh as a daisy, I realise, with such clarity, that I truly am my mothers child, and she hers. My first thought? A hybrid of apprehension of the day ahead and the unmistakable craving for tea. When I say tea, I do not mean green tea, oh no hipsters I can't drink earth, not matter how many oxymorons are in there.*

I have turned into an Irish housewife. Fantastic. 

Still, a brew is truly polychronic. All I need now is a teasmaid. 

Women are like tea bags.They do not know how strong they are until they get into hot water. - Eleanor Roosevelt

As long as it is hot, wet and goes down the right way, its fine with me. - Sarah Fergerson
If you are cold, tea will warm you. If you are too heated, it will cool you. If you are depressed, it will cheer you. If you are excited, it will calm you. - William Gladstone

* amusing no

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