Tea

'Some like to say “Now this is real tea, for tis the exact same as the original tea the first tea drinkers used to drink when they first started drinking it”. On the other hand there are those who say “Now this is a new type of tea, it’s recently been developed by a group of master tea makers or what have you”. Whilst others boast “I have a special tea I like to drink, it (and there are three versions of this mind you) 1, comes from some unknown country, 2, has a stupid name or 3, has a ghastly flavour. Some like to say they don’t mind what kind of tea they drink so they’ll even drink ‘Lipton’ (yes I know…). And the opposite of that are those who only drink one brand. Most people are quite particular about how they take their tea, example: with a touch of milk and tea spoon of sugar, or no sugar and just milk or no milk and just sugar and some just have it black with the bag left in which is terribly uncivil. Drinking tea is quite personal and people should take pride in how they drink it. Some even like to trace back through their ancestry the certain type of tea they drink. There’s a number of people who collect antique tea’s and tea pots. Some tea pots are even worth two million dollars. Most people have a special tea cup that they only drink from, even if its chipped and cracked. Some people say leaving the cup full of milk over night will fix the crack because of the lime or something in the milk. I have a recipe for fixing broken plates. I also have an antique plate from the seventeenth century which I found just by chance in an antique shop. "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one", "The only real valuable thing is intuition" and "A person starts to live when he can live outside himself" and those were some just some of the quotes from Albert Einstein'. Sally put her hand up ‘have we moved on from tea now?’. The Moose frowned at her and said nothing. Julius stood on his chair ‘I just invented  rhyme: Have you heard about the Moose? All he does is talk, talk, talk.’ ‘That doesn’t rhyme’ snorted the Moose. ‘Yes it does, the last three words do’ retorted Julius. ‘Twinings, Twinings, Twinings oh my darling Twinings.’ said Jacqueline (weird). ‘Damn my nose it itchy’ I said, ‘scratch it, tea anyone?’ asked the Librarian.