A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything. Even after those smooth, sweet, creamy sips have calmed your nerves, the underlying misfortune will still be there. Angie found this out when whe went to tell her mum about her break-up with David.
“And I tought we were soulmates,” she sobbed. “All the while he was playing around behind my back.”
“Tisk tisk, Sweetie,” her mother said. “How about me putting the kettle on?” Which of course was the appropriate English response in such situations.
As Mum poured the tea, Angie spilled-out her heart.
Mum listened patiently, and occasionally gave knowing “hmms” or “tisks.”
“How about another?” Mum asked, and puffy-eyed, runny-nosed Angie sniffed and nodded.
This time Mum had brought out some chocolate digestives as well, and they dunked and sipped, as Angie seemed to finally have unloaded all that she was capable of.
“How are you feeling Sweetie?” Mum at last asked.
“Shattered, but a bit better,” Angie said honestly.
“It will take time, Love,” Mum said passing Angie a tissue and the last biscuit.
Angie nodded, and then gave a feeble smile.
A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything, but along with a couple of biscuits, it sure does help.