a spectacular badger moment

In the mornings, I’m currently drinking Chai, made by dunking a teabag in a mug.

  is far more pernickity, and mixes his own blends in an ad hoc sort of way, and brews the resulting beverage in a Boden tea pot.

I went down just now to fetch our second cups.  I filled the kettle, put the tea bag in my mug.  Then thought “that’s odd – the kettle’s boiling, and my mug is full of tea and a teabag”.  Perhaps I made it with cold water – no, water was hot.

I transpired that I had poured tea from Pete’s pot into my mug on top of the chai teabag, giving me a truly revolting mix of chai and jasmine.

It bodes …

change of habit

perlmonger and I have, since time immemorial (well, alright then, for many years) gone to bed accompanied by A Cup Of Tea, traditionally ensconsed in a Portmeirion mug.  We have done this every night we have been at home.

this includes – somehow – a night when we spent the evening in the pub with the denizens of the local noo meeja mailing list, then as we were getting out of the taxi in the village, we encounted Pat’n’Dave (WANOLJ) who enticed us into our local. Both P and I can remember leaving the pub, and starting off down the steps to our road.  We cannot remember entering the house, feeding the cats, or going to bed.  Nor can we remember making tea, but we did – the evidence was there the next day.  I think we even drank it.

anyhow – I digress.  Last night, we had a (Portmeirion) mug of tea each while watching Lost, just before we went to bed.  And so we decided that we didn’t want any more, and so we wouldn’t make the bedtime cup.

and while I didn’t want to *drink* it, I really missed the mug being there beside me.  So I don’t think we’ll be forgoing it again.