Don’t invite me for a cuppa, I will not let you make it.
I like my tea just the way I like it.
Water needs to be freshly boiled, tea has to be the right colour, the right strength and in a white cup the right size. And of course it has to be proper English tea.
Now, I know that no decent tea crop actually grows on the UK soil (or does it? I could be wrong…) but the Brits mastered the art of blending the precious golden leaves like magic.
It may be all doom and gloom in grey old Blighty but they have the best tea and I have to give them that.
I suffer elsewhere and have my mules carry this valuable contraband across continents whenever possible. Currently my cupboard boasts stock of over a year of daily cups. I am safe for now. When I get to less than half I will get nervous and start looking for the next possible tea mule victim.
But back to autism – or au-TEA-sm should I say….?
My good friend Liz reckons that we all suffer from autism to a certain degree. She used to work with autistic kids so she would know. Little glitches, twitches and hick-ups of personalities, some call quirky, odd, strange, deranged, funny ….well, mildly autistic. Now you have an excuse!
Tea is me. How strange for a Czech bird who grew up on weak concoction of inferior quality blend of what I suspect must have been a mixture of wood shavings and tea packing shed floor sweepings, taste enhanced by lots of sugar and lemon. Shiver. Now I am a tea snob. I don’t care what you think.
Actually my autism extends further. I will not drink water from a cup and fruit juice tastes just awful from anything else but a nice glass. Only in extreme cases will I drink beer from a plastic cup and wine? Don’t let me start on wine.
Now go and put the kettle on, luv, we’ll have a cuppa. I ‘ll make it and you can wash up. Biscuits would be nice.
anna bella betts
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