Last week, after dropping Anika off at school, I decided to go and catch up on some admin in a coffee shop in White River. The first three hours went down peaceful, productive and yes, a little boring – but in a good way. The last hour was interesting and full of action, to say the least!
All of a sudden a group of middle-aged ladies arrived – chatting, laughing, gossiping, joking, complaining, advising, contemplating…
I couldn’t help but overhear some of their conversations. Conversations of love, embarrassment, some of them missing their children, others excited about a trip coming up with some friends. And then it happened…
The thing I tried to avoid for so long. The thing some of my friends do, but I pledged to never fall for…. TEA! (I’m actually a very proud coffee-person)
I saw their table with the pretty little teapots, flower decor and all – and I thought – maybe, just maybe, I need to try this tea-thing. I know I said that I will NEVER EVER be a tea-person, but it looked so sophisticated, it looked so “right” there in the pretty little coffee shop with all its glitz and glamour.
So I did it. I actually ordered my first ever pot of tea – and when it arrived, I took a picture of course 🙂 …To celebrate and capture this “first” moment. I immediately sent it to my “tea” friend and to my husband, to brag about my first-ever-teapot experience, and poured myself my first cup of “fancy teapot tea”.
The first cup was perfect. It even tasted ok. But then, when I poured my second cup, while concentrating on the report I’m typing, the lid of the teapot fell straight into my flowery pretty little cup, leaving me – and my table – soaking in tea!!
Well, I think that was the first and last pot of tea for me… I think in future I’ll stick to what I know and love 🙂
Moral of the story… just be yourself and do (or drink) what you love!
