In case anyone was wondering why I haven't posted much in the last few days - it isn't because I haven't been around. True, I did spend most of the weekend out and about enjoying the glorious weather - is there anywhere better than England in spring time when the sun is shining? I don't think so (mind you, I don't think there is anywhere better than England whatever the weather) - but I've had plenty of opportunity to post.
The truth is that I just haven't felt motivated to write anything. Oh, I still get annoyed that the mainstream media make such a big fuss over Osborne's plans to cull quangos to the tune of half a billion quid - like that makes the slightest bit of difference - and I'm still frustrated by the trivial coverage of the coalition which calls itself "journalism" - but I've said plenty on those points over the last couple of weeks and there doesn't seem much point on banging on about it relentlessly. No doubt I shall return to these issues in the near future, but for now I've said all I have to say.
Instead I'll content myself with singing the praises of that great British institution - the cup of tea.
When I was a kid my mother always used to tell me that the best thing to revive you and cool you down on a hot sunny day was not an ice lolly or a bottle of fizzy pop, but a nice cup of tea. To my immature mind this seemed ludicrous - how on earth was drinking a hot drink supposed to cool you down? It didn't make sense to me - and the mechanics of it still don't.
But she was right. Over the weekend I tried various beverages - ice cold lager, a cool pint of real ale, ice cream cornets and lollies - but the one thing that seems to really work was a cup of tea. You really can not beat a good cup of tea for quenching the thirst and reviving your hot sweaty limbs. That a good, strong hot cup of tea is equally good at warming you up on a cold day as it is at cooling you down on a hot sunny day is testament to the remarkable properties of this outstanding beverage.
Time for a brew, I think.