Which is worse: a week with no time to drink tea, or a week so nuts you’ve been drinking it all along and failed to enjoy it? It’s falling somewhat toward the latter here.
So, in keeping with the “brainless” theme, picked a morning cuppa that apparently needs no thought whatsoever. This is good, but awfully mild for an Irish breakfast; just a half-tone shy of a Ceylon, a trifle less sharp than that. Takes long steeps with no problem; I may have to double up on leaf and time and see what happens with the rest of the packet.
You and Tazo need one of those cups that stops time – even if it is for only a moment.
I feel ya’!
Lets hope we can slow down and actually enjoy some tea soon:)
Good to see you back. Hope the camper experience was a good one…?