Tea…To the British it’s a vital part of life, without it we would shrivel away into nothing! Kinda like the evil witch does in the Wizard of OZ…water without tea is just wrong (I would BATHE in tea if I could)! Poems have even been written about this most wonderous of beverages:
- Cup of Tea, Cup of Tea
- You Are Just the Thing for Me
- No Milk, No Sugar, It’s just Great
- Fancy herbal ones I hate
- (No Chamomile I say for me
- No Parsley in My cup of Tea)
- No Mint, No Thyme, No Red Red Rose,
- Just Give Me Normal by the Hose,
- So keep your ration Book in Hand, And we’ll drink tea across the land
- And an extra cup for Granny too, And all our dashing lads in blue.
— Anonymous, ‘World War Two Poem’
I mean, we have a fricking Tea Council for goodness sake! A Council for all things TEA! The website even tells you how many cups of tea have been consumed in the UK so far today…though pretty sure most of that is just me…being Northern my blood is 95% tea, although, controversially for a Lancastrian, it’s mostly a Yorkshire blend (shhhh don’t tell!).
Anyway, ‘why are you rambling on about tea?’ I hear you cry…Well, I’ve been brought up to believe that a cup of tea (with two sugars and milk) will solve anything and everything:
The night I found a friend collapsed in a street after having his head smashed in with a broken bottle (typical night in Burnley) which ended up with me actually using my first aid training until the ambulance arrived – tea made the shock easier to put up with.
The late nights panicking over dissertation and thesis writing as deadline dates approached were made more bearable by tea (coffee made the anxiety worse).
The day I made it home after the break up (after the hug from mum obviously)…a sugary cuppa was placed into my hands as a treatment for heartache.
If the world was ending I guarantee I’d ensure that all tea in my house was consumed before I perished! No I’m not kidding. I also imagine that every British person would be shrieking around the streets with tea cups in their hands (pinkie fingers out!)…they wouldn’t spill a drop either (“not a drop spilled I trust?”, “nope, not one”, “jolly good, oh look a meteorite!”).
Today I was out and about handing out CVs and approaching various businesses on the off chance they had vacancies coming up…two hours into this little trip I started to crave a decent cuppa…I went pretty much all day without even a sniff.
Tea…I need it in order to function…and right now it’s the only thing on my mind!
Kettles on, anyone fancy a cuppa?
PS – today’s song of the day is:
Scouting for Girls – Without you (Just because I’ve been singing this today….I’m not even sure when I first heard this but my neurons seem to like carrying this tune around!).