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And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
I loved English at school, and in fact originally intended to study Literature and Ancient History at uni, but my mum talked me out of it on the basis of eventual employment. I like to think that I stuck to the theme of language and communication by studying Speech Pathology, even if it is in a more scientific direction.
And actually, I rarely read poetry or plays anymore. But there are the odd quotes that stick around in my memory banks, and this one particularly resonates. Tea is my magical elixir. Usually a tea bag, usually Dilma. Occasionally the Earl. Always before I do pretty much anything else in the morning.