Friday 12 April 2019

Chapter 22


Storm in a teacup: Memoirs of a Tea Lady.

Chapter 22    


Dear Reader,

You may well wonder why you haven’t heard from me for a while. There is no easy way of explaining my absence except to say that I’ve been away in “tea detox” for the last fifteen months. Yes, my precious fellow tea drinkers, I’d become addicted to drinking102 cups of tea per day.  Can you imagine? Let my watery habit be a sobering lesson to anyone who cares to listen for it was a dark and scary spiral into misery and floundering in soggy tea leaves to try and extract another cup of tea for my craving.  At the height of my addiction, I could hear my tea addled body sloshing. My eyes cried tears of milky tea.  I even started to sweat tea.   And while all that tea was great for lowering my anti-oxidant levels, I needed to stop.  So I took myself off the Addiction Campground for tea ladies on the south coast of Western Australia where I went cold tea.  It was the only way. Through twenty-four hours of pure hellish withdrawal, I clawed my way back from 102 cups down to 6 cups per day. Since then I’ve been swimming in the ocean and going for long walks and communing with nature in an endeavour to stay on the wagon.  I’ve also been having lengthy in-depth discussions with the other tea addicted tea ladies here at the campground. Amongst the sadness though, there is much joking and laughter, we are, after all, tea ladies.Still, I’ve missed you all my dearest readers and hope and pray that you’ll forgive my detour into addiction.  I also beg you to remember that while I might be an esteemed tea lady, I am also only human and as vulnerable as anyone else when it comes to falling prey to addiction.