When I got home from work today, I realised that I’ve not enjoyed a nice cuppa tea and a sit down after work since my last workday before Paul died. And I realised that I sort of missed that little bit of downtime between arriving home from the office and making dinner. So, I filled the kettle and set it to boil…
I’ve enjoyed tea in the past year – but on the weekends when I’m sitting on the couch watching television. This evening was not that. As part of my new cable-free lifestyle, I enjoyed my pot of oolong tea with a couple of slices of homemade banana bread whilst listening to the soothing sounds of Miles Davis.
I realised instantly that it’s not as much fun to enjoy a cuppa without someone to chat with, but I’m sure that I’ll soon find comfort in sitting on my own.
In the meantime, I’m going to try to remember that I always enjoyed this part of my day. A chance to unwind and enjoy a nice, hot cuppa tea – and maybe instead of telling Paul all about my day, I can tell Schrodie. I’m certain that she will listen intently and impart words of wisdom when needed…
(Oh no! I’m starting to sound like a crazy cat lady!)
Come and share a pot of tea; my home is warm and my friendship’s free.
~ Emilie Barnes