Tea: or the saviour of my sanity

Tea is Liquid Gold. 

Something I've come to realise over the past few years. Tea is golden perfection in hot mugs on rainy days.

It warms you, seeps through the sides of your cup and thaws cold fingers, runs heat down your throat and settles comfortably in your belly. 

It calms you, when stress levels are at their peak and you’re about to careen of the crumbling cliff that is your sanity, tea can sooth you. Rein you in.

It invigorates you, after a long day of eating crap and being constantly bombarded by the exuberance of the media and the modern world, it’s a nice constant to have. A shred of dignity untainted by the ever-there promiscuity and indulgence that is society. It’s a good reminder that people over complicate things. After all, while tea is brilliant, it is still just leaves and water. Milk and sugar.

It wakes you up, a nice dose of sugar and caffeine to kick start your senses when your eyelids grow heavy – laden with effort of maintaining consciousness..

It’s utter brilliance.

And honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without it.