Last month I ran out of tea. Horrors! My Darjeeling, gone!
In our household, I’m the only one who drinks tea in the morning. Don prefers coffee, and the girls will occasionally have a cup of hot chocolate (though they also drink tea), but I’m the biggest tea-drinker. Also, I generally get up hours before anyone else, and that’s my quiet time. My private time. My writing time. My tea time.
Because we’ve had a couple of economic blows and have cut out all unnecessary expenses, I made do with the other tea we had in the house after I ran out of Darjeeling. I used up our spare supply of English Breakfast. I got through a random tin of something called River Shannon.
But nothing beats a good hearty kick-in-the-pants mug of Darjeeling in the morning. So I finally broke down an ordered a kilo from Upton Tea.
Yesterday the package came in. Oh, the bliss of having my Darjeeling this morning!
It’s the little things in life...