“Tea is always a good idea.”
This weekend I’m thinking about being kind to yourself, or rather, myself. Okay, all of us.
I live alone now. There is no one to bring me morning tea in bed, which I consider one of the nicest gestures one person can do for another.
So I do the kindest thing I can imagine. I bring myself a cup of tea. A gift from me to me. I get up, put the electric kettle on, let the dogs out, make a cuppa (PG Tips is my religion) “with 1 and 3/4’s sugar, show it the milk” and take it back to bed. There I sip my way into the day.
When my Mother was diagnosed with fourth stage lung cancer by a doctor we had never met until that moment, we got into the car afterwards and she turned to me and said, “Let’s go home and have a cup of tea.”
When my father was lingering in the nursing home, I was fraught. “Daddy, would you like a cup of tea?” He always said yes. It gave me a purpose, running down the hall, making the tea, and coming back. He couldn’t drink it, so I did. Which was, perhaps, the point.
Now, whenever I am troubled, confused or sad, or conversely, whenever I am content, cozy, delighted, I say, “Time for a cuppa.” Those Brits. There ‘s nothing that can’t be faced with a cup of tea.
This weekend, ask your love to bring you tea in bed, or ask yourself to bring you a cuppa. And kitsch or not, I do love me a good sock monkey in a bathrobe.
P.S. Watch this only if you find the sock monkey as cute as I do. It’s filled with some Brit references that only a Brit would know about.
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