I seriously underestimated the weather yesterday, and today I’m paying for it.
I was fooled into leaving my jumper at home, deceived by a blue sky and a now-you-see-me-now-you-don’t sun. Basically, I fell for a meteorological version of the old Three Card Monte trick.
I spent an afternoon on a cold, windswept terrace at a football ground in a t-shirt and a thin cotton jacket. Bad move. Even my Thinsulate hat and club scarf couldn’t shield me from the chilly conditions.
“Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage.”
The minute I got home I fortified my internal defences with two pots of Pu-erh. The way things feel just now that might have been the difference between having my immune system overwhelmed rather than knowing it was in a good old scrap.
So, this afternoon I’m far from 100%, but I’m commiserating myself with the knowledge that it could have been far worse.
This afternoon I listened to my body, and it seemed to be saying that it wanted Oolong.
I obliged, and spent a restorative hour sipping on Wu Yi Shan Qi Lan.
The plan for the rest of today involves nothing more taxing than a spot of light supper and plenty of tea.
Camellia sinensis, work your magic…