I wasn’t sure whether to put this note under this tea, or Irish Breakfast, as I was craving something with a bit of caffeine but not full-on, as my head hurts and I’m a bit sad, and also not totally plain, so I split half Sarah Jane and half Irish Breakfast in this cuppa.
And it’s good. It’s a more gentle spice than Sarah Jane on her own, which suits my mood perfectly, but it’s still lovely and cinnamon and ginger and rich and delightful.
Turns out my phone plan ran out of credit last night, and I didn’t realize until mid-morning. Which wouldn’t be a huge deal except that Gentleman had been texting from the airport before flying from Melbourne to Tokyo, and I missed getting to be with him in the airport (at least via text). I just thought there wasn’t free wifi and that’s why I hadn’t heard from him, and it turns out he’d been texting me all kinds of updates about how much he misses me and just thought I was having a lie-in. I miss him a lot. My heart hurts.
Tea helps. Stupid emotions. I think I aggravated my sinuses with that 15 minutes of sobbing, and now my voice is shot, so so much for recording a few podcasts tonight. Yippee! Bring on the tea!