I’ve had a bit of a shitty week. I’m not going into details, but things around me have spiralled somewhat out of control and decisions have to be made that are sure to have lasting effects for years to come.
Anyway, with all that in mind, do you know what my solution was? After I had a good old cry and sulk of course….
It was to go and have a cup of tea.
Can you believe it? I’ve always prided myself on not being very English at all; mainly because both of my parents are Jamaican and, even though I was born down south, I like to think there are traces of that in me. But really… my solution was to make myself – and everyone else – a good, strong cup of tea.
Its funny how soothing it was. How much more relaxed I felt. And how many times while on the phone with my mother she told me to have a cup of tea and a slice of toast. Apparently both of these things have magical healing powers! Maybe they do; maybe the English really are onto something. Maybe I should rest easy in the fact that I’m more English than I thought and simply be proud of it.
Why… this week I even complained about the weather, bringing it up in what would have otherwise been an awkward conversation gap.
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