I have sat here for a half hour (in the middle of the night please note) in an attempt to have a hot cup of tea ready for you when you wake up. I even organised to have two sugars put in it. I have copied, pasted, clipped, and I know not what else. Nuthin.
So I am going to go ( late) to work. Am I grumpy about my failure to get a picture here? Noooooo.
But I too now need a hot sweet tea (also my curative). So maybe's when someone more computer literate than myself gets here, they could make us both one.
PS, this may be of no interest to you, but the week of your court hearing, is the week that Cream finally reforms for four concerts at the Royal Albert Hall. And I've got tickets. So when the judge is speaking, you can think of Jack and Ginger and Eric instead.
That was very kind and the tea was deeply appreciated. I would have thanked you sooner but the past day or so has been a whirlwind. You've reminded me that I badly need a teapot. Since becoming a bachelor, I've let my standards go - I've been making tea by heating water in a mug in the microwave. I know, I know - I'm not proud of myself. It's a shameful way of making tea but rehabilitation is possible.
I make my tea the same way, and it's really funny you mentioned that because just HOURS ago, I was mentioning to my son that we should get a "proper" teapot.
I "collect" tea pots AND use them lol I have sets of Russian tea glasses which get a work out during fall and winter - I am still a coffee addict...I prefer either black or green teas, but my favorite is not a tea per se but "tisanes" as the French say... herbal teas -
... are a little hard to find in the Red River Valley. Don't misunderstand ... plenty of people who live hear have a few Scottish, Irish or English ancestors but they must have stopped off in Kentucky and Mississippi for several generations before settling here. Somewhere along the way, they lost their taste for tea which may have had something to do with that shameful shindig in Boston's harbor. I'd venture to guess that it wouldn't help my standing in the community if word got out that I owned a tea strainer. I live in terror that a nosey neighbor will accidentally stumble on my tea cozy.