I wrote on my facebook page that the other day I had made myself the perfect cup of tea, and then today, using exactly the same ingredients... not so much. Tea is a mystery.
It created a lot of chatter, with all my friends having opinions and thoughts on all things tea (and coffee) but also on everyday mysteries. Why is something perfect one day and imperfect the next? What was different, the tea or me? I am always bringing myself into the room, but which self am I bringing... all sorts of philosophical and metaphysical questions - all of whom go very well, with a good cup of tea.
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