There have been few Weekwords that provoke such an immediate and visceral reaction in me as this one does. To say that I love tea doesn’t really cover it, because it’s such a fundamental part of my life and my function as a human being, that it goes beyond love.
The British love affair with tea is well known. The first step to dealing with any trouble, trauma or tribulation, or any emotional upheaval or excitement is to put the kettle on. It is said that the National Grid almost collapsed after the World Cup final in 1966 – because the whole of England simultaneously sighed a deep breath and went to put the kettle on. The instinctive reaction wasn’t to crack open the fizz to celebrate, but to calm the shattered nerves with a cup of tea.
I am very British in this regard. I function on tea. Any wobble-headedness or confusion is blamed on excess blood in my tea stream. I can’t be expected to do anything complicated or involved until after my second cup of tea of the day. I am not a tea snob or a tea connoisseur – expensive tea is wasted on me. I drink strong Indian tea, from teabags, commonly known as ‘builders’ tea’, in a mug, with milk, no sugar. I do sometimes drink things like chai tea but to me they’re a different drink – they don’t hit my tea-spot. Mr B drinks Earl Grey, which is not, to my mind, proper tea*. I can’t be doing with green tea and only drink herbal ‘tea’ when I’m ill.
To sum up, there are few blessings in life to compare with that of a good cup of tea just when a cup of tea is needed. Hooray for tea.
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* Which reminds me of my favourite joke… ‘Why did Karl Marx drink Earl Grey?’ ‘Because proper tea is theft.’ Thankyouverymuch…