Every time I hold a cup of tea I feel like I’ve got my shit together. The warmness moulds my palms to the shape of the mug, and I exhale as the earthy steam hits my nostrils. People joke that the British are obsessed with our tea, that we think a good cuppa’ll fix almost anything. Honestly, I’m starting to understand…
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