I love tea (well, I am English!). I drink lots of tea, especially when I'm writing. Something about that hot, nut-brown, steaming swirling liquid inspires me. I love the heat and the taste. I love the touch of the china mug against my lips. Tea is my morning pick-me-up-and-get-me-going tipple. I like Earl Grey tea, Red-bush tea, anything. I also like herbal tisanes, especially soothing and fragrant peppermint.
Coffee is my mid morning treat. Rich and full and the scent reminds me of Italy: that delicious coffee and icing-sugar smell.
Cocoa is my comfort drink, perfect for wet, dark afternoons and evenings.
As a celebration of all these different drinks I thought I'd share with you a cosy, family short story of mine. It's a sweet little twist in the tale. The opening is here:
THE ANNIVERSARY COFFEE POT
Mr Seddon gently lifted Mrs Bewitt's coffee pot in both hands and studied it closely. Sitting at the scrubbed pine kitchen table, July sun warming his dark blue suit, he well knew that this pot was her pride and joy.
He cleared his throat. 'I'm sorry, Mrs Bewitt. It's a beautiful piece, but I really can't sell it for you.'
Waiting for the verdict, Peggy Bewitt had quite liked Mr Seddon, but his news was disastrous. Shocked, she could think of nothing to say.
Sixty years ago her Gordon had given her the china coffee pot on the morning of their first wedding anniversary. 'A pretty thing for my lovely girl,' he'd said, winking a twinkling blue eye at her. 'Worth a bit, too, if ever you want to trade it in for a proper teapot.'
'Never!' Peggy had laughed, but she had just decided reluctantly to let the anniversary coffee pot go.
You can read the whole story here