It's getting late here. It's a bit past 10pm. Sunday night. I have to get up early in the morning to take F to school.
But I can't help it. I have to share this. I could share on my FB page here; but, I don't think I'd do it justice.
I found a precious, precious commodity this afternoon.
TWO bags of PG Tips. Be still my heart.
We've been out of it for MONTHS! You can't buy it in Bangkok, either.
They were in a ziploc bag hidden away in a basket where I keep my extra back-up make-up that I shipped over with me when we moved here.
Why on earth I had my most favorite tea in this basket is beyond me.
The discovery was like finding gold. I've been thinking about it all day. Waiting to have a big mug of PG Tips.
Oh. Wait. You might not know what PG Tips is. It's my most, most, most, MOST favorite tea in the entire universe. It's a black tea, a standard household name in the UK. It's packed in perfect little triangle muslin bags and I swear those triangles really do make the tea taste better. And they never, ever rip, so you never, ever get any of the leaves poking up at the top of your tea. Hate that.
Thankfully, we could supply our PG Tips drinking household when we lived in Washington state. Our local Safeway supermarket stocked them. (I hope my friends are continuing to buy PG Tips so there will still be a demand for them when we eventually move back home!)
Well, as you can see, I have made my cup of tea. My great, big, huge mug of PG Tips.
I think part of the reason I'm typing this post is so that I take my time drinking it.