Another Saturday morning in the Keynko household. Everyone else is asleep so a cup of tea in peace and no queue for the computer!
As the kettle bubbles away, and my newly returned furry baby winds round and round my legs, I peer into the cupboard to hunt the earl grey teabags. That’s them at the back in the jar with a black lid.
But to get to them I have to fight past all the other jars, green tea, red bush, ginger, red bush with honey, Irish tea etc etc etc
I only drink ‘normal’ tea or earl grey, but people who visit seem to drink something else.
Being kind friends they bring their own funny tea with them and then leave it behind. So old jam jars it is to avoid things going stale. but I’m running out of space in the cupboard!
Maybe I should open a tea shop!