Of course, we British are obsessed with our hot drinks. Had a bad day? Put the kettle on. Got caught in the inevitable rain? Put the kettle on. Lost a limb in a freak mountaineering accident? Put the kettle on. You can’t negate that kind of cultural heritage just like that. So now mum drinks herbal tea, which is all well and good when you are at home, but not necessarily so straightforward when visiting friends.
Because I am a wonderful, splendiferous daughter (and she is looking after my kids next week while I am gallivanting off to Austin) I made her a little tea bag wallety thing to shove in her handbag. Now she can carry her
weird herbal tea wherever she goes, and always participate in the British bonding ritual that is a gossip over a cuppa.
I’ll probably write up a tutorial in a couple of days so you can make your own. It’s a lovely quick make, and I think it would be a cute gift for the caffeine-avoiders in your life.