I should warn that should you read further you could find my post somewhat inappropriate, though that could also be down to you. I am not one to judge.
I have written on the matter of tea twice already this week, and as a proud Englishman and Yorkshireman I believe that it is a subject worth revisiting.
Not that I am particularly fond of the stuff, I am not. But seeing the daily prompt I was reminded of something of a running battle that has raged in our house for a number of years now.
I should warn that should you read further you could find my post a little inappropriate, though that could also be down to you. I am not one to judge.
My wife insists on insisting, much to my frustration, that on a hot day a nice cup of tea will cool one down. Now before you rush off to Google to see whether it has a voice on the matter I will confess that any answers it may provide could possibly be construed as confirming that fact. There are posts on the science of heating one’s core to trigger the bodies natural cooling mechanisms.
I do not care one jot what Google says on the matter, if you are drinking a scalding cup of anything on a boiling hot day it will inevitably make you feel somewhat sweatier than a nice pinacolada will.
Despite pointing that out to her, the merest mention of sunshine and she is ready to trot out her well worn offering of a nice cup of tea knowing that I will both refuse her not at all kind offer but also rant and rage much to her pleasure.
I do however get to occasionally exercise my revenge, which is always best served cold, unlike tea. It’s important to note at this point that my wife likes to leave the tea bag in the cup as she drinks her tea.
If we have visitors then I like to ask her, loudly and in front of as many of them as is possible (and if children are about even better), “Do you want ‘teabagin’ hun?”
The pleasure is amplified if I can get my 9 yeah old to shout it. “Mum, dad wants to know if you want teabagin.”
At worse I will be the recipient of a withering look, and if I am lucky I will be on the sharp end of rolling eyes and a “god, what are you 13 years old!”
I may not win them all but when I do, the sweetness of battle is oh so delicious…
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