269. China tea cups

As a result of the odd dropped hint, I now have a small collection of pretty china cups and saucers. My favourite (among many favourites) is a beautiful Limoges breakfast cup, given to me by the Parent last Christmas.

Tea, even humble Yorkshire in a bag, tastes better out of a good china cup. Mugs are fine, and I'm barely scraping the surface of possible tea-based obsessions and peculiarities, but if you want a finer experience, it has to be china.

Throughout my childhood, there would be a proper 'tea' at the weekend. A big pot of tea, toast and jam and sometimes even a Madeira cake made by Dad. Eaten in front of a real fire, they were quiet, harmonious times – and Herself and I repeat the tradition as often as possible. We don't have a real fire, sadly, but the dog curls up in front of the halogen thing very happily, which looks right, at least.

This weekend we had china cups of tea, a crumpet with butter and a mince pie, because it is the season to be merry.