A Pot of Tea and a Hot Bath

There are a lot of things that people turn to after a bad day. For some people it's their spouse. Others turn to alcohol. Some run or do some other form of exercise to burn off the demon of a lousy day. I've done all of these (well, not the spouse, but certainly my roommates or a friend), but lately all I want is a pot of tea and a hot bath.

In fact, I don't even have to have a bad day to want a pot of tea. Or a bath. I just happen to love both and find them infinitely relaxing.

The bath probably comes down to the simple warmth of the water and the supine position. It makes sense.

The pot of tea? I blame BBC.

That's right. I blame BBC. If they didn't produce such great television then I would not watch copious amounts of British programming and would never have been exposed to the love affair that is between the British and their tea.

And no one will ever convince me that there is not power in suggestion because I only have to think about Doctor Who and I start wanting a cup of tea. After all, tea will fix anything, even a broken TARDIS.

At this point any time I sit down to watch tv I want tea. We've been watching Saving Grace (just finished it in fact) and the act of pointing the remote at the screen triggers an instant desire for a cuppa. Saving Grace isn't even British. It's set in Oklahoma City. Just about as American as you can get. They never drink tea on Saving Grace. It's a good thing I haven't developed a desire to drink anything I see on television, because I would be a alcoholic after watching 3 seasons of that show.

No. It's not gin or whiskey that I want when Grace is pulling her stunts, busting bad guys or boffing her men. It's tea.

Good grief. Apparently the British invasion never ended.