A nice cup of tea?

It's chucking it down outside, I have to head out in half an hour, and I ain't looking foward to the meeting either. Time for a cuppa.

As I was fishing out the tea-bag, about to splash in the semi-skimmed, I thought (not for the first time) about that George Orwell essay on the art of brewing up. Brilliant writing, uncompromising stance, but I think his tea would be just too frightening.