It’s time for tea. Always.
Tea does not depress me. Tea does not make me anxious. Tea does not make my mind race, or cause me to utter harsh words that I will regret the next day.
There is no such thing as a “tea bitch”.
Tea doesn’t come in bottles, and I don’t worry about the clinking sound it makes when I’m taking out the recycling.
I’ve never once woken up with a hangover from tea.
You can’t dunk biscuits in wine.
Tea is the answer to everything. (I know this, because I am English.)
Tea, I praise you.
Put the kettle on.
– Sister Temperance