We get the Drained Teabag syndrome because we feel the pressure to deal with our responsibilities perfectly, without fault, blame, or shame by wearing the hat of a secretary, cook, house manager, fashion adviser, shop assistant, therapist, doctor, teacher, chauffeur, baker, entertainer, referee. You name it. Continue reading
I grew up in Moldova. After the walls of “Soviet Jericho” came down we had lots of foreigners passing through our home. As we often enjoyed the company of Englishmen, they knew better than to travel without tea in former USSR. English people take their tea time seriously. Moldovans take their tea bags seriously. Continue reading