I am addicted to this website:
http://www.harney.com/index.html It's honestly rather ridiculous, this obsession with tea. It has nothing to do with Anglophilia; I just love tea! Love everything about it, how it tastes, how it makes me feel. I have an entire cabinet at home stuffed to the gills with tea. And what won't fit in there is stacked on my kitchen table. It's almost as pervasive a love as my adoration for books. I should probably cut back on my consumption, but I find I can't! Especially since Johnny gave me his spare teapot this weekend, I've done nothing but drink more and more.
Now the rain has come, and there's nothing better than watching the rain, and drinking TEA. Tea with milk and sugar.
I want to go on a dream vacation with tea. I want to have tea's babies, and meet tea's mother, and walk on the beach with tea, I love tea so much! I want to grow old and smelly and fragile with tea, and use house shoes to spank our grandchildren together, and pretend to be deaf together, that's how much I love you tea!
Sorry coffee - I break up!