My cup, my tea, my lips

 I have come to the conclusion that although we talk about our morning tea there are so many other things to consider.......

The type of water used

The way you boil it and for exactly how long.

The tea leaves you use

The amount, quantity  and qualiy of milk

The time spent on soaking the leaves in the boiled water

The amout of sugar if any.

There is one more......

The feel of the cup or mug in your hand and more so when the porcelain touches your lips.

I have had favourite mugs over the years and have always made my own tea with the same tea leaves and in the exact way.

I once put up a picture of my mug( the last one) and there were some vague comments. 

Some said it was too small while one also remarked that the colour was not manly! 

Well I loved it and used it well. Believe it or not, it travelled with me as I hate the gigantic mugs and cups that hotels provide  .

Some colleagues  will know that I also carry my own tea bags.

Anyway , a few days ago I woke as usual to make my tea.

Strangely the mug was missing. 

I searched rather frantically - in vain.

Rather hessitatingly I was forced to use a porcelain cup. No, not a cup and saucer - just a cup. And it has flowers on it! 

When my wife woke, she was greeted by " where's my mug"

In a rather smug fashion she made the grand announcement- " I've thrown it out".

I could have burst a vein- like a kid whose told that his favourite toy has been pitched into the bin.

However better sense prevailed.

Her explanation was valid.

One or two years of use and scrubbing had made the mug a trifle unfit for use.

No it was not chipped or cracked or anything, but it was discoloured inside.

My new cup on the other hand is sparkling and coming to think of it - the size is perfect and it feels good to the lips.

So it's out with the old and in with the new.

The cup does look a bit effeminate but who cares. 

It's now officially one of my new favourite possessions. 

My cup- my tea- my lips.