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‘A cup of tea’ moment.

27/02/2010

I have found throughout my life so far that there is nothing like a cup of tea to start sorting out even the most knotted situations.

Frequently on soaps, films and in books, when the going gets tough and the need to get to the bottom of a problem arises, on goes the kettle and the comforting sounds of cups, teaspoons and the tea caddy start to resonate around the kitchen. Allowing the tea maker valuable seconds to think clearly.

Let’s face it, a cup of tea has magical qualities that a continental espresso just cannot compete with. Our brothers and sisters over the other side of the Channel may find it ‘quaint’ our love of tea, they find it amusing our five o’ clock ritual (which they still seem to think exists) and they laugh at us behind our backs for being so different.

They try to copy us and attempt at going one better by using fruit teas, green teas and tea with lemon even but they just don’t get it. Milk? They ask with an upturned nose and an expression telling us we must be insane.

Us Brits don’t stick to our five o’clock tradition, we haven’t for years. We drink copious amounts of tea starting from wake up right through to the 10 o’clock news.

Each mug patiently waiting with a dash of milk and a teabag for the kettle to boil. Long gone are the days of a delicate china tea-cup – we have evolved to enormous mugs so as to draw out the experience even longer.

When Cheryl found out about Ashley playing away again, I bet her mum put the kettle on.

When Sarah Brown saw in the press her husband being accused of bullying, I bet she put the kettle on.

When Kate Moss heard the devastating news that Alexander McQueen had taken his life, I bet she put the kettle on.

You see every blow we take in life is accompanied by this ritual which doesn’t solve the problem, or take away the pain but it gets people sitting down and comforting each other, it starts you thinking about your next step and which is the best way forward and slowly slowly by the time you reach the end of your mug a plan has started to form and once again you feel a tiny bit better, a tiny bit stronger and a smile albeit weak is hiding in the creases of your mouth.

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This post was inspired by Maternal Tales from the South Coast as her first paragraph made me want to make her a cuppa…do check out her video it’s amazing.

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. 27/02/2010 9:10 pm

    So true. I can never imagine giving someone a cup of coffee in their hour of need. You just wouldn’t you’re right. Weird that. Nice post. Right, off to make a cuppa.

    • 28/02/2010 3:45 pm

      Mmm, coffee is more for a wake up moment – Shared with a colleague on a never ending Monday, slurped on a foreign piazza watching the world go by, or at the end of dinner with friends when all the gossip starts to come out of hiding 🙂
      Thanks for the compliment

  2. 28/02/2010 2:50 pm

    It’s funny isn’t it, but it really does help. when you need to think sitting down with a cuppa is just the thing.

    • 28/02/2010 3:48 pm

      You know who inspired this post? I forgot to mention initially and will go back and correct but it was EMily O’s post with the video of the elephant giving birth.
      Her initial paragraph just sounded like she needed a cuppa tea and a hug….it was the comments left asking if she was ok by all her readers.
      I didn’t realise it until later on in the day.

  3. 04/03/2010 8:00 pm

    It’s all true, nothing beats a good cuppa when everything seems to be going to sh*t.

    • 05/03/2010 8:56 am

      Builder’s brew, Rosie Lee, a hundred names for the same reassuring cuppa, wouldn’t go without it for all the tea in China – like that comparison 🙂

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