And the question of the day is...

In my mind, it’s a lovely flowery little china cup and saucer that inspires your pinky to rise in homage to the stiff upper lip you might have forgotten you had. No tea bag would dare come near it for the sacrilege would surely topple civilization. It shall be a proper brew, and if you insist on milk, it had best go in first. This will be served on a tray in a quiet room or garden perhaps accompanied by dainty cucumber sandwiches or a plate of assorted biscuits. 😌

I am aware I can never go to England.