This is the thing: Mike drinks a lot of tea. Before he retired, and he was at work, he would buy a huge packet of the cheapest tea going and he drank a number of cups a day. Now that he is home, he still wants the cheapest tea. I’ve been told I’m a coffee snob and I guess because I don’t want the cheapest tea going, some may say I’m a tea snob! We have a system. The cheaper tea is in a flower pot. The (slightly) more expensive tea is in a tea cannister. 🙂
The one thing we don’t do is squeeze two cups of tea out of one teabag! One thing we do both do is have big mugs…Mike’s is the orange and mine the other.
My earliest memories of tea drinking have to go back to my best-friend-forever, Debbie, who I met when we were in about KG2 (at Frank Johnson). Back then her family were (and probably still are) huge tea drinkers. Mike probably drinks as much as they did! One of my sweetest memories of drinking tea at Debs’ house was in the very early dark hours of the morning, when we would be woken somewhere between 4 & 5am for a horse show.
((The Cousens introduced me to horses. Debbie taught me to ride and a number of other horsey skills like mucking out stables, grooming and other care of these amazing animals. Today, I can still happily ride a horse. It’s a fantastic skill I’ve never forgotten and I will always appreciate the Cousens (Debbie particularly) for the great amount of pleasure I got from riding their horses.))
Back to the early morning tea. Debbie’s Dad was a saint! He would get up at that early hour and make the whole family tea. I remember being served a WONDERFUL cup of sweet tea many early mornings when it was show season. Those cups of tea were difficult to beat. I was in my teens and sugar was good, so sweet tea was a wonderful way to start the day. After that, we would get up, go and feed the horses and prepare for the show.
Nowadays, my tea drinking is confined to milk with no sugar and if I taste tea with sugar, it has lost its appeal.
As I made our tea this morning, I smiled at our quirky tea differences and at Mike’s flower pot of tea.
It is allowed, you know, to have differences like this in marriage. Mike does not criticize me for my preferences and I don’t criticize him for his. He’s welcome to his tea, as I long as I can drink mine!
Romans 15:7
Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.
These are the days!
Keep the smile going.
God bless you!
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂