I’m enjoying a cup at this very moment. I’m taking it with milk and one, controversial you may say; I do enjoy it with lemon but also sweet and white. The reason for this is one day, when I was in Primary School, I was running into my assembly hall in my wellies and I slipped, landing square on my back and soundly winding myself in the process. I was picked up by the auxiliary nurse who bundled me off to her office and consoled me with a cup of the tea I’m currently sipping. Soothing, sweet and scented; it distracted me so well with it’s aromatic mystery I was quickly repaired and sent off to join my classmates. I’ve felt the same about Earl Grey to this day. It may be relevant to note that I am simultaneously burning French vanilla incense and listening to Rumer. It may not.
