The woman’s house was destroyed in an air raid and the kind policeman steered her towards a salvaged chair, made her sit and uttered the magic words “You stay here. I will make you a cup of tea”. The scene is from my current flavor of the month British TV show, “Foyle’s War”, but it does sum the oft mocked British attitude towards life that a cup of tea is a panacea for life’s ills.
At the cost of being branded an Anglophile, I am inclined to agree. Coffee jumpstarts my brain but, at the end of a long day, it’s a hot cup of tea I crave . When it’s getting dark outside and I need to welcome the evening, feet propped on the coffee table. Or when my fingers are tired of typing and I need a mental break, it’s the kettle and my favourite blue mug I reach for.