Sometimes, when the weather is stormy and I sit on my work, look to the left, and there is my cup, the tea pot, milk, a little sugar, I think of the movie "Chocolat" when the self-controlled mayor of that little town gets his tea and croissant from his secretary, and instead of being happy about it, he moves the picture of his wife in front of it, to keep working.
“tea, tea, a wonderful drink,
the more you have
the more you think,
the more you think
the better you write,
so let’s drink tea
all day and night.”