Tea-thoughts.

As I've stopped drinking coffee in favour of tea, I've developed a new habit. Because I like my tea without milk, it's too hot to drink when it's newly made. So I have to leave it for a bit, which I've noticed 9 times out of 10 leads to me forgetting about the tea full stop, only finding the cup when the tea is lukewarm at best and bloody cold at worst. And I don't think the mugs I'm currently favouring are microwave safe. Not that microwaved tea is that great anyway. My mugs come free with the dodgy tea my husband insists on buying from the little arab shop near to where we live. It's like a deal, you get 100 teabags and a mug in each packet. Neat. And it's only two quid aswell, which is well cheap. Anyroads. Even though I'm clearly using the mugs that come with the tea, I'm not drinking the tea itself. It's yucky. It tastes pretty much like Yorkshire tea, i.e. hay. Hay and water. I prefer flavoured teas, like Earl Grey, my current fetisch. So I buy a 100 Earl Grey teabags, and I'm sure they're more than £2, but I'm still not getting a mug. Conclusion? The arabs give you a lot better deal than the English.