1. Seeing St Paul's Cathedral and The Millennium Bridge and The Tate Modern from the plane.
2. Wrapping my hands around a mug of real English tea that had been made with a fresh teabag and boiling water.
3. Lying diagonally across my double bed after a week of skimpy single beds.
Welcome back. Coming home is good compensation for not being away.
ReplyDeleteI still chuckle thinking about the sign advertising 'Fat Hardy Mums' at a garden centre at the bottom of Vermont!
ReplyDelete2a. real tea made with tea leaves (not in a teabag). (Does anyone in England still do that?)
ReplyDeleteI make tea with real tea leaves, but then I live in Tunbridge Wells.
ReplyDeleteI usually make tea with real tea leaves, but for convenience and speed, nothing beats of teabag. Actually, that beautiful thing started out as a plaint against the American way of stale tea bags
ReplyDelete(apparently filled with sawdust) and served with hot water in a cup. But whining isn't a beautiful thing, so I edited.