Fancy a cuppa?

I'm a tea drinker.  A cup of tea is the answer to most of life's problems.  I'm truly English when it comes to this.  I don't do coffee - not now anyway.  I gave up at a noble moment - many years ago.  Something to do with caffeine.  I gave up tea too, until I got pregnant.  That's how long ago it was.  Pregnant with Hollie and I just had to have a cup of tea.  My drink of choice most days since.  Of course my favourite is Earl Grey. 

Today I went to see friend Jeanie and she made me the ritual cup of tea on arrival.  One mouthful later and I was extolling the virtues of Earl Grey.  You see I hadn't had Earl Grey for quite a long time.  I'd run out and hadn't replaced it and honestly, as I told Friend Jeanie, it's the best way because the danger of any good thing is if you have it all the time you don't appreciate it.  And for sure I was now appreciating this nectar of the gods, my cup of Earl Grey.  Joy of heaven there in my cup, in my mouth, in my tummy.  Then. What happened next was as classic as a cup of Earl Grey tea.  So good that I wanted to share it with you all.

Friend Jeanie and I like to think we're really young and funky, with lots of appropriate energy and certainly nothing like our age suggests, which right now is a secret.  I only like to tell people my age when I know they can look at me and say "wow", and "no way",  "you don't look 51". Ooops.

Back to the kitchen and Jeanie is agreeing with me about not having Earl Grey all of the time, only this is what she said and I quote. "I don't have it very often at the moment either, because I'm too lazy.  The normal tea is just there but the Earl Grey is underneath something and I can't be bothered to lift it up."

 Is this really what happens when you get to 'our age'.  No matter how young we like to think we still are, we haven't the energy to  lift up one tin to get to another.  I console myself with the fact that my fit, healthy, young daughters don't have the energy to do much either when it comes to the household chores such as making a cup of tea.  So friend Jeanie, don't worry.  The truth is that you and I are indeed still trapped in the mind and body of a twenty something.  Just don't look in the mirror.  Or if you do, don't wear your glasses.  Pass the biscuits please.