Nothing a Cuppa Can’t Sort Out

I am back from my fieldwork and ready to embrace all that is wonderfully British. Following weeks of noodles, mosquitoes, dodgy tummies and unbearable heat I am now faced with more noodles (I have a penchant for cooking Asian foods), clear legs, amiable outdoor temperatures and a good cup of tea.It is good to be home.

Well, almost.

It has taken a few days to recover from the gruelling travel itinerary back to the Motherland. The jetlag has been horrific with middle of the night waking and mid-afternoon nausea. Seriously, why did I think travelling to the Far East was a good idea? Everything I need is right here in Blighty; primarily, a good supply of England’s finest, PG Tips or Tetleys, or Yorkshire.

cup of tea

I have been through the rollercoaster of emotions that accompanies the end of a long trip abroad – the relief that it is over, the sadness that the experience is over, the elation that so much was achieved and the numbness of adjusting to what should be familiar but seems strangely distant. But I have found the one thing that has set me on the straight and narrow through these turbulent few days of readjustment to GMT has been the trusty cuppa. All the more effective when accompanied by a chocolate digestive or two.

They say you don’t appreciate what you have got until it’s gone, so just remember the next time you settle down for a brew how wonderful this moment is, and there is nothing a cuppa can’t sort out.