When I was little I had a great uncle, named Jack. He was the kindest elderly man, and he adored me. I don’t remember a lot about him, but I do remember that he was always really happy to see me, always having time to listen to what I had to say, and… Continue reading A spot of tea with Great Uncle Jack. Teaview – London Breakfast, T2
I can’t emphasise enough exactly how much I enjoy a moment of peace in the afternoons. I think the day that my children stop napping I’ll be forced to seek employment to escape stress! I daresay you’ve guessed that for me this should include a cup of tea, and this is a given. The sensory… Continue reading Mindful afternoons – Teaview: Good Afternoon – T2
Sometimes late at night I crave that pot of tea. The comfort, the warmth, the savour. But not all of us do too well with the sleep thing after drinking caffeine. The solution? Rooibos. More specifically, T2’s Red Choc Mint. Is it desert? Is it tea? There’s no caffeine? Is that even allowed?! For new… Continue reading Night Time Decadence. Teaview – Red Choc Mint (Rooibos) – T2
Like many mums, my house is full of shit. Broken crayons which taunt you with their impossible conundrum – the incalculable length at which the item remains functional vs can I throw this out without my children noticing? (they’re like fucking anti-disposal ninjas). Clothes miraculously migrate by the dozens out of their respective hiding places… Continue reading Sometimes you’ve just got to roll with it. Plus teaview – Assam , T2
I have new shiny! After hoarding a voucher given to me by a friend for what has probably been forever, I finally found The One. This cast iron beauty is from the unfortunately named Rich Fruity Booty range from T2. I was immediately struck by its white on gold rough finish and modern take on… Continue reading Look what I got! Plus teaview – Keemun, T2
I like tea. And by “I like tea” I mean I love tea. And by “I love tea” I mean that my affinity for tea borders on fetish. A friend of mine and I have this saying. “I could make love to this cup of tea.”. We were once very hung over after a night of teenage… Continue reading I could make love to this cup of tea.
Here I am. A stay at home mum, and now I’m a dreaded mummy blogger. Are you serious? Evidently, yes. My aims and objectives? Bugger knows. I’m not setting out with a plan to find public adoration, fame and fortune through oversharing of private moments. In fact, you won’t even find a pic of me, nor… Continue reading So, it’s come to this.