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Tea & Life





Tea.
A delicious warm drink.
Also known in England as a Cuppa....
How I enjoy drinking tea.

Truth be told, the frequency of which I partake in this rather common and daily habit for some, is quite diminished as of late.

I asked myself why this was, as I was soaking up the moonlit sky, on my rather brisk walk this evening.

Tea. 
Warm, comforting and even more delicious accompanied by scones, clotted cream & jam.... just saying.

Of an evening with my Aunt, watching various British period programs,we have been known to consume at least 3 very, very, large pots of tea.
My ability to drink tea is rather astonishing.

Yet the kettle seldom used and the tea gone more untouched as of late.
Why?                                                                                                  

Simply put.
Tea is most enjoyable with friends. 

Going round to a friends and them popping the kettle on before you even have your shoes off.
Finding a place to enjoy tea and cake after a wander in a beautiful country side garden.
Conversations well into the morning hours requiring endless amounts of tea.
When life leaves you a bit bruised and worse for wear, a friend making you tea always helps as a place to start unloading the burdens you need help carrying.
So I sit sipping my tea in a quite home alone and pondering life.
Will the pot find itself empty by the nights end... or shall it remain awaiting the second mug for which it was intended to provide.

What do you find more enjoyable in the company of friends?
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Comments

  1. Unknown24 February 2016 at 01:00

    Coffee for me!
    But it's almost time for an English cuppa my sweet Canadian friend...so I will keep an eye on my kettle until you arrive...xxx

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    1. Sheenakoopie15 March 2016 at 16:32

      I love coffee with you!
      Sounds perfect! Looking forward to it :)

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