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Ok, I mean, I know why I’m tired: we spent the whole weekend walking to town and back for friends’ anniversary doodah, for which loads of friends were coming to visit from out of town, some of whom were sleeping over. Plus I made pancakes. And spent a lot of time in the fresh air. Tuckers me right out, I tell you.

So, sleepytime comforting buttery spice is in order, especially since I sort of had pancakes for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch, and a burrito for dinner. Bloat city. The spices ought to go some way to sorting that out, and it’s SUCH a blanket of comforting warmth at the same time. I’m still always pleasantly surprised at how much this tea manages to taste like fragrant, buttery basmati rice to me. So good.

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I need a comfort tea again.

The stupid rent saga continues: so I submitted the request to have my deposit returned from my old flat a few days ago, and the building’s new landlords still haven’t approved it. Like, they just haven’t done anything. And it takes up to 5 days to process returns and I kind of needed parts of that to pay the rent on my new place at the end of the month? Yeah, AERGH DAMMIT STOP BEING BUTTHOLES AND LET ME HAVE MY MONEY BACK.

I miss when I wasn’t always so stressed and upset over money! But having 6 quid in my bank account apparently until the end of the month is, well, stressful. Grumpy times.

In other news, my super secret story project thing is progressing well, and I taught myself a new knitting technique while at the office. And this tea always makes me happy. It’s warm and creamy and almondy and strong and sweet. My favourite flavour is beige. Though as I was saying to Gentleman last night, Petey Davison is totally better looking now than he was in the 80s. What is it with me and, I dunno, cuddly middle-aged gents?

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drank Rhubarb Green by Adagio Teas
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Every time I drink some of this, I get really sad because I DO NOT WANT IT TO END EVER :( I cold-brewed this one for work (and to my line manager who says it looks like compost, I say DON’T BE A POOP, IT’S DELICIOUS) and it’s got such a creamy texture when you brew it this way. I never want it to be gone ever. I’m tempted to hoard it, but my stash is already bursting. SIGH.

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I’ve decided to do a knit project that’s based on the Fourth Doctor’s scarf but takes the idea someplace a little more interesting than just doing another replica of The Scarf itself, which I’ve done a few times anyway. (And man, does it take forever, and doing that many feet of garter stitch DOES get a little monotonous after a few colours!) I’m VERY excited about this project. You’ll totally be bombarded with pictures when it’s done.

Also also, I’m about to venture into (nearly) legit actual published prose fiction based on a television show I admire and have always wanted to write for someplace a little better attended than Teaspoon. EFF YEAH, SOMEBODY HAS CONFIDENCE IN MY STORYTELLING SKILLZ. No pressure, right? Nuuuuuuupe, none at all.

Also, this tea’s still good. I like all the flavours in it, but I quite like them all together than any of them separately. Ah! insert terrifying crazy-eyes Bob Dylan smile here


LOl @ this note

carol who

Can’t wait to see your project. And congrats on the writing!


I did the extra long 4th doctor scarf for my youngest daughter. I just saw a knitted tube dress made just like it, and worn with a tiny matching scarf wrapped very casually around the neck. I thought it was super cute!

Sami Kelsh

Oh, I’ve seen that one! So cute!

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drank Cookie by Lupicia
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This is my last sachet of Cookie, and I will miss it dearly.

Especially since I burned my hand spilling a good third of this over it by accident, and then overcompensated by adding too much milk. Sad Kelsh is sad.

I’ll miss you, Cookie. You were truly gorgeous.


Oh, great minds think alike, I just had this too :)

Sami Kelsh

Great minds indeed!

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Frooty frooty frooty, frooty frooty frooty frooty frooty froot!

I keep sleeping through thunderstorms at night, apparently. Strangely enough, working in a tiny office sat on my bum all day all week absolutely tuckers me out! At least the 30 minute walk to and from the department keeps me from never getting any exercise ever. I’ve also been breaking in my work thermos, and already the blasted plastic lid bit has absorbed the smell of the first thing I made in it and I CAN’T GET IT OUT curls up and weeps

But today, I make tea in a nice ceramic mug in my own kitchen, and all’s well. There’s something very different about combining fruity herbal teas with a black tea, as opposed to fruit-flavoured black tea. It’s got a juicy fruitiness from the sweet cherry and tart orange that sits over the black tea, and it’s proving really nice for quiet summer weekend drinking.

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Something gingery was in order, as ginger’s good for the tummy, and Patrick Troughton is good for the soul. Though I do tend to wait until I’ve got soymilk about for chai teas – I don’t know why, but I just like chai with soy – since I’m not really paying for most of my own groceries at the moment, dairy will do. And it’s still delicious, though the sweetness of the milk shines through more than soy tends to, so I refrained from adding my usual spoonful of sugar so that the tea retained its measure of bite. It was good.

I also appreciate the way that apparently the water bottle of cold-brewed tea I tend to keep with me at my desk at work looks kind of like something composting to my poor coworkers, apparently. Heck, if it makes them curious and they ask and I get to tell people about tea, then YAY.

carol who

That sounds so good!

Sami Kelsh


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I spilled like a third of this on my sofa today, and now my sofa smells like a tootsie roll.

Could be a helluva lot worse, no?

Well, that’s a third of delicious tea I didn’t get to drink, which admittedly left me a bit grumpy indeed. Oh well. The rest of it was still minty and creamy and chocolatey and so comforting for a Sunday when I totally feel like I should have woken up earlier and gotten more done, but oh well. I did make about a million tea cozies during the week and finished the line art for a piece I’ve been meaning to get to the publishers for ages, but kept feeling like it wasn’t working, so I scrapped the whole thing and started a new one. FUN.

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Well, I made us nectarine buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup, so it stands to reason I’d pair a tea with maple-y chestnutty goodness in it, right? Oh yeah.

This is one of my ultimate comfort teas. I’ve fed this to quite a fair few people now, and every time I do, they get that dreamy look on their face, like, recalling the feeling of a really cozy hug. It’s also the face I make when I watch pretty much any Hartnell episode of Doctor Who. It’s quite a plain tea as flavoured blends go, but that lets the lovely assam shine through the gentle flavours rather than being hidden beneath it, lending a serious backbone to the warmth and sweetness of chestnut and cream. I keep an extra bag of this on hand because I’d be lost if I ever ran out. Oh, lovely One. Quite so, quite so, hmm!

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We got this because a) it was on sale in Tesco; b) I needed a quick and easy plain tea solution for when Gentleman is staying at mine; and c) of the three teas One Acre makes, this one is described by the company with words like “full-bodied” and “characterful” and “rosy, smooth, and refreshing”, as I prefer my more utilitarian black teas to be on the smooth, full side than the lighter, brisk stuff.

And it’s smooth and full! The main tasting note I’m getting from it is “tea,” but that’s no bad thing. There’s a bit of fruity maltiness but nothing terribly overpowering either. It’s just a really nice, easy-drinking tea, which is no bad thing when I’ve been thrown into a new job where I was pretty much left entirely on my own on my second day to sit and crochet tea cozies waiting for the phone to ring.

Not complaining.

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My Time Lord name is the Brewmaster. Currently working on People Of Who, an exhibition of portraits of the people who made Doctor Who happen. Professional dilettante. Literary enthusiast, frustrated sometime writer. Knitter of things.


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