A brewer or a bagger?.

In the law of only me
 there's nothing quite like waking up 
with a good brew.

 Tea for me, 
with leaves in a pot thankyou.

None of those bag thingies......shudder

Each morning Sir 
makes me a cuppa,
in a teapot. 

My morning wake up call is always

a pot of Earl Grey tea.

And there I sip

 watching the world

 unfold across the valley

through our bedroom window.

Then and only then 

am I ready to face the day.

Spoilt.

My sipping view early morning ...........  well, maybe not so early these days.
The view from our bedroom window

One of my first memories is having a cup of tea, 
sharing a pot of tea with Mum. 

Mum always had a pot at the ready. 
In the law of only Mum.
 The best tea 
was Bushells of course,
brewed in a brown teapot for 5mins.
Milky and sweet.

Now for me its black tea
 or herbal tea.

 It's satisfying to go and pick your herbs,
(could be fancy pants and call it a tisane).
Picking what ever takes your fancy at the time
pouring boiling water over them
 and then letting it brew.

AAAAAAH.

Sir is quite happy to bag it.

Gorgeous One J-G-B loves a teapot brew.

Gorgeous One T-G-H happy with a bag.

Wonder what an analyst could make of this.

P.S. I like my coffees brewed too

One thing though it's a family tradition, 

we all love a cuppa.

xDee



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