For numerous reasons, the last month has been a grueling one. And when life gets tough, the answer is tea. Not the flowery herbal kind or the cold-busting-sleep-aiding-mind-cleansing concoctions that seem to be the fashion here in the US, but a good old fashioned cup of English tea. With milk. And a biscuit.
There are many things that I miss about the school in London where I first taught, but recently tea has topped the list. The staff room kitchen cupboards were stacked full of boxes of tea bags, and at every break or after school meeting one of our small congregation of faculty members would take the tea orders and set to work with the heavily scaled electric kettle. Then we would sit around on scratchy bright blue couches, blowing on the steam from our matching yellow school logoed mugs, and enjoy a brief pause from our hectic day. Reviving, restorative, rejuvenating. You just can't beat a proper cup of tea.