Tea Break

I’ve got the new girl at work really well trained. If she gets here before me I get in and there’s a cup of tea sitting on my desk. Usually it works out well, and it hasn’t been there too long. Yesterday however there was a stone cold tea waiting for me. I’d come into work late see. Bus issues. Better left not spoken about (that’ll make a nice change for you). And I did what I never do, because it’s just not as good, I nuked it. I needed tea damn it!

I need tea now too. Unfortunately my colleague is not well trained enough to realise that a) it’s been at least an hour since I made the last tea, and b) my sighs mean ‘make me a cup of teaaaaaaa!’ More sigh.

I would also really like biscuits. Won’t someone buy biscuits? I know we’re in a recession but my god. Actually what I really really want are some Ben’s Cookies. Best cookies ever. Possibly even better than Pepperidge Farm ones (although mainly because I can actually get Ben’s Cookies here). And! Ben’s deliver. I could order online and get a big box delivered fresh to my door. Do you think work would mind if I used their credit card to order them? They’re essential, I promise.

Teabelly Posts About Tea

I think my love of tea is a given. I can usually have an infinite amount of cups of tea a day and never get tired of it. I have always been a teabelly. I think my mum craved tea while pregnant with me, and when I was a baby I would often be found with a bottle of weak tea shoved in my mouth to stop me from screaming (I was a horrible baby by all accounts, but damn, was I cute!).

I don’t drink fancy tea, I am strictly a PG Tips sort of girl. It’s the best in my mind, although others will do if pressed. But I’ve been reading about other sorts of tea, like Green and White, that are supposed to be great for you and contain antioxidants and make you live to 105 or something, so thought I’d give them a try, I mean, at the end of the day, they’re still tea right?

Hmm.

Right now I am attempting to drink some white tea. It’s not awful. It doesn’t make me want to spit it out or anything, it’s just…kind of meh. Tea usually (and I understand how silly this may sound) brings me joy. I’m so damn British. I believe a good cup of tea can solve a lot of ills. Tea is comfort food. It makes me feel better. White tea is not bringing me any joy. In fact, it’s left me feeling all sad. Drinking it is a chore.

So, back to PG Tips it is then. Who wants to live to be a 105 if you can’t enjoy your tea?

Accentuate the Positive

Being positive does not come easily to me. Being positive on a Monday morning, when you’ve been kicked off the bus four stops early and then the heavens open in a torrential downpour and you end up soaked, well, that’s even harder. But, I shall try and start my week with a sunny outlook. It won’t last.

But there are a couple of things I’m happy about. It’s a four day week for me because I am going up home to Yorkshire on Friday. This morning when I turned on the TV after spending the last couple of weeks watching The Wire, I found the lovely E4 was playing Joan of Arcadia. And it was one of my favourite episodes too, where God tells Joan to take a bully to the school dance. I know it’s a pretty hokey show, but I can’t help but love it. And I am happy to admit I well up every time Old Lady God tells Joan that by taking Bully Boy to the dance, she stopped him from shooting half her classmates. And tomorrow Adam finally forgives her for going postal and smashing his art work, and they kiss. It’s something that will make me get up slightly earlier than usual, so that’s good.

Also, on Saturday Plattie came by and we watched yet more episodes of the glorious 90210, and Brenda and Dylan finally had some interaction. I don’t really understand what they were thinking when they wrote this show. They keep all the focus on annoyingly smug Brandon, and if not him then Steve’s there, and yet no screen time hardly for Dylan, who is in fact more of a heart throb (were I 14 of course), than either of them. I was thrilled by Brenda and Dylan’s date, and that it was all so dramatic that he cried, as boys do on first dates, and then he stood her up, and then there was a very important message about AIDS. So, in our marathon of episodes, we covered alcoholism and drug abuse (Kelly’s mum), adultery (Brenda’s mum), date rape (a cheerleader I assume we never see again), and safe sex. They are slightly heavey handed with the moral messages, but mocking the fashion more than makes up for it.

So, deep breath, it’s Monday, I can get through it if I really try. Got to be time for a cup of tea. And a biscuit. Yeah, definitely a biscuit. Well, it is almost elevenses.