My speciali-tea

Tea. Warm, inviting nectar of the gods. My usual brew is strong enough to stand a teaspoon in (strong because of the tea, not from leaving the bag in for an hour and coming back to a lukewarm scummy atrocity!) with just enough milk to turn it caramel coloured. I no longer drink caffeineated tea…

Hygge by any other name…

There’s is nothing better to me than the simple pleasure of being relaxed and content, surrounded by the people and things that make you comfortable. It is this sense of warmth and cosiness and my love of that feeling which I think is why, no matter how wonderful a time I’m having, I always get…