I just read all of my entries for this blog and my other one in one foul swoop and I do believe that unbeknown to me a theme has appeared. It gets quite a few mentions, more than the odd nod and a tad worryingly it seems to be an essential part of what makes Carly, Carly.
It's life giving, mind calming, it makes me a nicer Mum, reminds me to breathe and it makes me sit down. My cup of tea.
But not just any cup of tea, it has to be a certain kind and I am quite fanatical about converting the masses to my choice of brew. This must mean that I have finally matured, that I am actually a grown up and that I am acquiring habits and rituals not unlike those of my Mother's. Gosh, that is pretty hard hitting and more than a little scary.
But anyway, let's take another track here, away from the cliff edge of middle age musings and I will let you in on my change. I've never really paid a heck of a lot of attention to where things come from even though I have seen all the terrible facts about child labour, environmental abuse etc etc and been disgusted etc etc.
I just never took the next step to apply it to my own life, my own ideals and my daily cuppa. So, some research is needed. Where does my tea come from and is it ethically ok? Right so give me a moment to trawl the internet………….go have a cup, actually no, look your brand up and see what you find. I'll race you……….
Five minutes has passed (did you do your homework? Or look at Facebook instead? ). I am pleased to announce that I can rest easy that my daily dose is ethically good as gold (part of the ethical tea partnership) and yes, I did go further a field than just their own site. Thank goodness actually because changing my tea would have caused a major malfunction……It may have even pushed me to alcoholism. Time for a brew, I'm gasping, as my Mother would say. Oh dear. What have I become? . Change #9….A thematic moment.
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