Polly, Put the Kettle On (Or What the British Taught Me about a Cup of Tea)


“Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.”

arthur Schopenhauer

My husband’s great-grandmother’s tea cup and saucer.

Okay, you put the kettle on, and I’ll talk about tea.

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