“In Ireland, you go to someone’s house, and she asks you if you want a cup of tea. You say no, thank you, you’re really just fine. She asks if you’re sure. You say of course you’re sure, really, you don’t need a thing. Except they pronounce it ting. You don’t need a ting. Well, she says then, I was going to get myself some anyway, so it would be no trouble. Ah, you say, well, if you were going to get yourself some, I wouldn’t mind a spot of tea, at that, so long as it’s no trouble and I can give you a hand in the kitchen. Then you go through the whole thing all over again until you both end up in the kitchen drinking tea and chatting.
In America, someone asks you if you want a cup of tea, you say no, and then you don’t get any damned tea.
I liked the Irish way better.”
~ C.E. Murphy, Urban Shaman
It was a very successful day yesterday. We got plenty of planning done, and my whiteboard calendar for 2015 filled up with dates, events and holidays.
We worked right through the morning; Dana, Ben and I.
But the afternoon?
The afternoon, and then the evening, was devoted to friends. Visitors who popped in to say hi, have a hug and a catch-up chat, and of course, a cup of tea. It turned into an endless stream of people
By day’s end we had drunk good old-fashioned Bushell’s tea, peppermint tea, Melbourne Breakfast, Flutteryby Kisses, Roasted Dandelion, Genmaicha, and chai.
There was not a clean mug or a teacup left in the entire household.
The Christmas fruitcake is demolished.
We have nothing but crumbs in the biscuit tin.
This morning I have a mountain of washing up. And I couldn’t be happier!
Life is meant for friendship, cups of tea and tasty gatherings.