Saturday, 5 January 2008

Cups


I realised something during the holidays. I drink more tea when I am home than when I am in my flat in Bristol. Why? Well, possibly because the cups at home are nicer or because those cups have stories behind them. They have history. The cups I have are bland white things. They were bought to meet the minimum kitchen utensils limit. They are handy and of course required, but somehow, not comforting.

I wonder what would happen if I brought the cups from home to my place? Would I be able to enjoy a ‘cup of tea’ and not just the ‘tea’?

Maybe in a few years time my cups will have stories to tell. For now I’ll just have my tea/milk/coffee in them and I’m sure I’ll warm to the cups gradually.

3 comments:

Leon said...

I think it is because you have a long coffee break every morning...!!! Therefore you don't fancy a cup of tea afterwards... :))

Anonymous said...

Hmmmm, interesting...

When I moved I took some cups with me, but I still drink more tea when I'm at home.

I think it may have something to do with my mother asking me if I want a cuppa every 5 minutes!

The conversationalist said...

I concur with you Mr. P.