Earl Grey Tea

Hi there!

Firstly, I'm alive. This semester has been horrible and as my level of blogging is directly related to the amount of work I've had to do then I guess you'd be able to figure out that I've been working very hard.

Anyway I'm back! At least until the next crazy/stressful/caffeine addicted semester begins. Yes, I did learn how to live off six hours of sleep each night. And yes, once I made the decision to change my sleeping patterns I freaked out a little bit so I did some extensive google searching and discovered at least three articles which specified that we need between 6-7.5 hours of sleep per night and that in fact sleeping for more than 9 hours decreases your health. Then after reading that I didn’t feel quite so bad.

Needless to say I've been drinking a lot of coffee lately. To my own surprise I managed to go through the same amount of coffee that I went through over the whole first semester in two weeks during study break. But apart from the obviously excessive coffee consumption I gained an appreciation of tea. More specifically Earl Grey. 

I feel so posh for saying a specialty tea name instead of just saying 'tea' but I feel that it's necessary to differentiate between earl grey and say a common English Breakfast. Earl grey is an aromatic tea whereas English Breakfast has a far subtler taste. My tea for choice? Earl Grey Blue Flower by T leaf tea. You really must try it.

Now I must confess that I love tea for more than just the taste. A key part of my enjoyment stems from the fact that I feel that I can speak in a posh English accent whilst I enjoy my tea. It seems appropriate to hold my tea cup with my pinky sticking out and saying things like 'darling' and 'you simply must come summer with us in Greece.' Even though I've never been to Greece let alone summered there, it just seems appropriate while I'm drinking tea because naturally a tea drinker must also 'summer'. 

Tea is an incredibly social beverage. In programmes like 'Coronation Street' then whenever someone comes to visit then immediately they're asked 'would you like a cuppa?' and the kettle is heard whistling away in the background. You can't share a bottle of orange juice or hot chocolate in quite the same way you can share a cup of tea. Tea symbolises a long afternoon chatting away about nothing in particular. An afternoon where one cup stretches to two or three and then to so many that you can't quite remember the number since your gracious host keeps on topping up the tea pot. It's the ultimate symbol of hospitality there's nothing that makes you feel more welcome than immediately receiving a hot cuppa into your eager hands.

I like Tea. I can also proudly tell you that if anyone comes to visit my house then they won't be able to leave before they tell me how life is treating them and until they've drunk a cup of tea. Except of course they're one of those weird people who don't like hot beverages... odd.

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I love Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes. Their whole album is stellar. Especially Om Nashi Me... I couldn't get the mp3 uploader to work sorry!