When about to make a cup of tea, a friend of mine (obviously Australian) always says "I'm just going to kick Billy" (reference to Billy tea!)

A quote my mother used to say to me: "I love coffee, you love tea, I love you and you love me"

Tea-drinking crosses all boundaries of race, culture and levels of society

T'ea 'E'verytime 'A'nytime

Tea, my new found friend. It took us years to reach a stage of enjoyment but now we're here I wouldn't trade you for any coffee in the world

My parents were dyed in the wool tea drinkers. Coffee did not cut it. Memories are of the perpetual tea pot with aged tea cosie on top, always on the dining room table. My dad would start a normal day, as opposed to an early day, at 5.30 am with that tea pot and that mornings' Age. My mother would be fortified by that teapot, from her bed, for the day ahead! Me, I'm a long black girl!

In Cameron Highlands (Malaysia) where the British had tea plantations and built colonial bungalows where one can go to escape the heat, it was a tradition to have high tea. There, scones with clotted cream and field grown strawberries are accompanied with tea served in fine bone china from England.

My memory of my grandfather is his method of cooling his favourite tea by pouring from cup to saucer and then savoring every last sip!

My father had just died in the family home after a long illness. My mother, brother, sisters and in-laws sat in silence for a few moments. Then someone said 'Anyone for a cup of tea?' And immediately we all felt a little better and the grieving a little lighter as we sipped our tea.

I have a memory of my mother-in-law and her favourite toddler pacifier. Cup of tea (mostly milk) in a bottle. Settle them with a pillow and rug on the floor – Happy baby! Happy mum and nana!

Drinking tea is a timeless, social activity that can be undertaken any time of the day or night and is particularly comforting in times of stress. When my husband was very ill the first thing I would offer visitors is a cup of tea, it always helped to settle everyone, was warming and comforting.

My favourite way to drink tea stems from my childhood growing up in Poland. Every meal concluded with a cup of black tea with lemon and sugar – the perfect accompaniment to great conversation and amazing memories.

"Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff along". Hilaire Belloc

If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty – Japanese Proverb

The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The 2nd cup breaks my loneliness. The 3rd cup…………entrails but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs. The 4th cup rains a slight perspiration – all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores. At the 5th cup I am purified. The 6th cup calls me to the realms of the immortals. The 7th cup – ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves. Where is Elysicum? Let me ride on this week breeze and waft… Lu Tung "Tea Drinking"

My memory of my mum making pot of tea for family and friends when I was little. Lady up the road would come over for morning tea. My Mum would always warm the pot and then make the tea and let it stand for 5 mins. It was my job to watch the time and let them know when it was ready. Sometimes they had homemade scones. or jam sponge or sandwiches. When I started primary school I was sad to miss out on this daily event.

T' is for Tradition. The tradition of taking tea is sacred in my house and yours, imbibe, share & embrace the tradition.

Walking through the bazaar at Istanbul, the call of the traders in "Apple tea! Apple tea! Apple tea'! We sat on little stools drinking sweet and delicious apple tea from delicate glasses, as the calls and smells of the bazaar wafted by.

My grandfather pouring his tea and repeatedly spooning sugar in as he related times of driving bullock teams etc. When asked if he had enough sugar (the spoon was practically standing) he said "No, I need another spoonful: No harm done – he's about to turn 101!!

"I don't have a plan. I just want to sit here on the porch with you and drink tea all summer".

Tea is a cup of life.

My family is a pretty unique breed of people and they have specific ways of doing things. If you don't learn the right way, they're not shy about telling you how to fix it. Tea Making 101 with my nana: never leave the tea bag in and when you add the sugar and mix – you whisk with your spoon – not stir – whisk – this is the key to a good brew.

I find tea is like classical music – relaxing yet invigorating.

Not my quote but one of my favourite quotes: I hope I get it right. "Someone is sitting in the shade of the tree today because someone planted the seed a long time ago".

"Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea" Henry Fielding

There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot too much diminished by a nice cup of tea.

"Where there's tea, there's hope." Arthur W Pinero

My dad often told a story of when they had visitors for afternoon tea and his sister absent mindedly rested the teapot on my grandfather's bald head.

I have a Robur teapot – 1931 – same age as its owner. Still drink tea.

I love my best friend like a cup of tea – when it's cold not worth having. When it's hot it will scald you and keep you at a distance but when it's warm it's just right and you're left with a warm fuzzy feeling.

A woman is like a tea bag – you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.

Amira Kafka
Being introduced to "Artichoke" tea while far away from home living in Vietnam doing some fundraising work for one year. I was at the local beautician drinking this familiar flavour (my mother is Italian and artichokes feature in our family home). The lovely Vietnam girl explained with sign language that artichoke tea is great for the skin and showed me a packet with pictures of artichokes. I still drink it today -such a great flavour.

If I win I will give the book to Jenny Kubainsky over a cup of tea.

My Scottish grandmother, already an elderly lady, when I came on the scene, loved making pots of steaming fragrant black tea. My enduring memory of her is the "wet tea kiss" she placed on my cheek whenever I visited her – haps that's why I love tea too!

I learnt to love my cuppa as a 3 or 4 year old – drinking it with lots of milk and sugar and not much tea! – sipping it from my tiny tea set and our special occasions from my mother's pink china tea set from her childhood from the pre-1920′s.

My husband brings me a cup of tea every morning without fail. On the few occasions he has forgotten I have a song I sing "waiting for my cup of tea (x3) early in the morning. Funnily enough the tea arrives.

The afternoon tea reminds me of a scene from the movie "Tea with Mussolini" enhanced by the beautiful music of the cello.

Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world – by Tien Yiheng

I like my tea like my women – white, black or green.

I always say "you can't have too many cups of tea!"

My first memory of a tea party was when I was about 6 years old and there was a man playing the bagpipes in the street, have always loved the bagpipes ever since.

Women are like teabags – we don't know our true strength until we are in hot water – Eleanor Rosevelt.

Where there's tea – there's hope – Sir Arthur Pinero

After dinner with friends we slipped off for a spontaneous sip of tea. The loose-leaf earl grey diffused as we spoke, getting stronger until far too strong to drink – fortunately the meandering, rich conversation continued and I married the lass.

When I worked as the tea lady in a nursing home the joy, happiness, love and normality a 'cuppa' could bring someone was lovely and it was a privilege to be the tea lady.

Not a tea drinker at all! But – it was polite as a child growing up in country Victoria not to say no. Worst tea memory. Camping on Flinders Island, woke in the night very thirsty, out of the tent, found a kettle of cold water, poured and took a great gulp – of cold tea and tea leaves!

When you wake its difficult to quickly participate but with that first sip of tea you quickly feel free, free to be, of how I look forward to that morning cup of tea.

A woman is like a tea bag – you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world.

Winnie the Pooh was asked, what was his favourite time of the day. He replied, 'Afternoon tea time". Then he stopped and thought and said "No it is that time, I don't know what it is called, but that little bit of time, just before afternoon tea time".

As a former plumbing apprentice I remember tea up at 10 am. Boiled in a Billy on an open fire with gum leaves for sugar – always black – sitting down amongst the "forest" of a then very new Dingley suburb.

There is nothing more refreshing sipping on a peppermint tea with pure peppermint leaves whilst sleeping in the desert in a nomad's tent in the heart of Atlas Mountains.

It was impressive to hear from a local business owner from Republica who is flying the flag for the disadvantaged in the community. It is so easy to forget that whilst we have so much there are others who walk a different path on the same street that it is a community effort/awareness that can make a difference.

My parents recently purchased a new camper caravan after much research and financial discussion. After setting it up and cleaning it before it's maiden voyage this weekend, the first thing they did to christen it was enjoy a cu of tea whilst if was parked in their driveway still at home.

At 3 o'clock it is time for a cuppa but often it is more like 4 in the afternoon and we're all looking out for time out. Sipping a sweet cup of tea, the cookie tin open, just listening to each other's stories everyday is totally bliss. It is our wonderful daily routine that keeps us grounded!

My best friend who organised our table is a bit of a tea addict – in fact for a 26 year old she's quite a nanna in a few different ways. Tea always reminds me fondly of her.

I was hiking with a group of students through the Grampians. We crossed paths with another school group at the Pinnacle lookout. As the rain poured down the other teachers and I broke out our Billy's and drank tea and talked about the amazing opportunities we have leading young people to places they might never go.

My favourite cup of tea was enjoyed in India – hot and spiced with cardamon, cinnamon, etc – while soaking up the crazy hub bub of the streets.

I have endless memories of drinking tea as I come from a place in north east India where drinking tea is a favourite past time and part of every day life. People will not take no for an answer when they offer you tea when you visit them.

Remembering, as a young child, the satisfaction and joy of successfully carrying a very high cup of tea into my mum in bed in the morning – trying hard not to spill any. But it was fine if we did – always a bit of fun watching Mum carefully pouring the spills from the saucer back into the cup – a small price to pay for a nice full cup – nothing worse than a low tide – so chuffed it one made it without spilling a drop!

At school I was in the army cadets, which I am glad to say was the extent of my military service. In 1976 the Whitlam government withdrew funding and support of the school cadet unit so we couldn't camp at Puckapunyal. Instead we planted seedlings for the forestry commission and tea never tasted so good in the midst of the forest from huge pots and with two sugars and in the company of forestry workers.

My biological family lives in Perth. I met them in 1996. Going to Perth is about family; the first thing we do when we get to my mum's place is sit down and have a pot of tea together. Coffee is for breakfast but tea is for talking, lingering – kids, adults and grandparents all together catching up.

"A woman is like a teabag you don't know how strong she is until she is put in hot water. Time for tea. Time for me."

I love tea and all of its wonderful varieties. I must say however that I feel somewhat persecuted in our cafe – latte / cappuccino dominated world. "Do you want to go for a coffee" is all I hear – never "Let's go out for a tea". My desire, before I leave this planet is to have a memory of the day "Let's go out for a tea" became a standard catch cry.

Sipping tea in northern India at the foothills of the Himalayas. It's as close to heaven as you can get!!"

I can live without my Sherry, I can live without my Coke, and I can live without my Chocolate. "But I can't live without My Earl Gray Tea".

Last "High Tea" I loved with all my daughters there – special all grown up ladies now.

Drinking tea with friends has and is been a great past time. It doesn't matter how late it might make us, stopping for a cup of tea is essential. Recently when we were late to an event our friends stated – they probably stopped for a cuppa – and they were absolutely correct!

Apple pie without the cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze.

When I first tried a detox from caffeine, I thought I would miss my morning coffee the most. What I actually missed most was my hot cup of milky tea throughout the day!

You can't buy happiness but you can buy tea and that's kind of the same thing.

Today is my first time joining an afternoon tea. Hopefully my first tea could make a great memory. I poured the tea myself. It was Earl Grey, the name caught my attention It has an indescribable scent. My first two sips is nothing special, but my third was extraordinary. I felt relaxed and as I write this comment I was having my seventh sip. I am having a great time and made an unforgettable moment.

My boyfriend's mother loves her cup of tea – drinks probably 5-6 a day. My boyfriend on the other hand has always hated tea. Nonetheless every time she makes a pot she asks if he would like one. For her b/day recently he said yes to a cp of tea because he knew she would love it! He needed 3 sugars to be able to drink it but she loved the effort he made to try it for her!

The Hudson family ritual is to end dinner with a weak black Earl Gray tea. All new additions to the family, husbands, girlfriends etc had to learn how to make tea 'Hudson' style – a 3 second dunk of the teabag in a white tea cup with a saucer.

Tea is to yarn as wool is to warm.

living in the north of England in a city called Sheffield in Yorkshire. A Yorkshirism "Are you washing?" translates to "are you making a cuppa?"

"I'd rather drink tea than go to the grand prix" – Andrea Tonkin

Keep calm and make tea

Dad was a Dutch migrant to Australia in the early 1950′s. The Van Leerdam prided themselves with their ability to assimilate into the Australian culture so when 30 years later we had guests come down to the country town where we lived Dad (much to our embarrassment) would impress them with his amazing Billy tea making. Billy whirling full of hot tea in huge arcs. He didn't burn himself once.

Make tea – not war!

My father who was a little bit

As an avid tea drinker, just a black English Breakfast was my standard cuppa. But my 10yo put a new slant on tea drinking and we now still share a little pot of Jasmine Pearl tea after our meal most evenings!

OH to live on Coronation Street where every problem is dealt with through a cup of tea.

Is this tea really Melbourne tea?

An Irish saying "Put my name in the pot". It means that a person will have a cup of tea – when someone else is making a pot of tea.

My Nana and her cup of tea – same big mug, strong (enough for the spoon to stand up), sugar (2 would be greedy) and hot. (cold tea is for Yanks)

My earliest memory of an afternoon tea sitting under a huge cedar tree on a white wrought iron chair with my neighbour Mrs A'bell. Lots of gorgeous and yummy things to eat served on triple layer plates. I was just 4 years old but have never forgotten this special time.

Dad who was English always had to have proper tea made with leaves and sipped from a cup and saucer. He was horrified when he went back to the UK in the 70′s to see his family using teabags and mugs. He would be even more horrified to know some of them now use the 'powdered' kind with milk already added. Yuk!

Mum is English – so tea was always flowing in our house. I'd ask for a 'tuppa tea'.

Sharing a pot of tea on many afternoons with my beautiful neighbour helped me get through a very hard time. Tea is that fond memory for me and after 30 years we are still friends and have shared pots and pots and pots of tea, tears and laughter.

Twelves teas of Friendship. 1. Morning tea. 2. Afternoon tea. 3. Evening tea. 4. Low tea. 5. High tea. 6. Baby shower tea. 7. Kitchen tea. 8. Herbal tea. 9. Tea for two. 10. Grieving tea. 11. Celebration tea. 12. Comfort tea. Getting together for a fundraiser with special friends.

A couple of years ago I went to Germany for the very first time. I stayed with my best friend. The very first morning I proceeded to make my cup of tea with milk, one sugar. To my surprise she had never heard of tea with milk, had never heard of it in fact. From that moment on I introduced her to it. She loved it. It became our 'special tea time'. Now almost 3 years on we speak to each other every Sunday (my time 8.00am – her time 10pm) and we each make ourselves a cup of white tea and we chat for at least an hour over the phone and have our special tea time. I miss her deeply but our 'special tea time' makes it a little bearable!

Was sitting with my family waiting for the kettle to boil and then we had to wait while we waited for the tea to brew in the old silver tea pot but by the time the tea brewed the water went cold so we all had to drink semi warm tea.

After high tea in Vancouver Island and drinking many cups I need to visit the ladies 3 times in half an hour.

Growing up in the 50′s meant everything calamity was made bearable by putting the kettle on. I remember our cat was ravaged by a dog as mum administered medicinal brandy to the cat (which died) I made tea for us.

In my short life so far, tea has punctuated many of the defining moments. I think I know the sound of my kettle whistling better than I know any song. During exams, a mug of tea would appear next to me, when I'm home sick, a mug would be brought in at varying moments, and coming home after travel my dad would phone ahead "put the kettle on, we're ten minutes away".

Tea – a great excuse to eat cake.

Coffee is not my cup of tea!

When I was very young my mother used to clean for a family in ……(Sydney) and she used to take me in school holidays. When the house was all finished we used to sit down with elderly aunt (80+) – the lady of the house and my mother and myself to afternoon tea with home made cakes etc. A very sweet memory.

While living in a share house in St Kilda during my long ago youth. I was introduced to the ritual of tea drinking from a pot with all the required stages, by one of the household in a new world for me coming from a European family of coffee drinkers.

After all the days work while at home with my first baby my afternoons were a moment of quiet, and a moment for me, over a pot of tea and a treat.

My Nana who recently passed away at the age of 97 would sit down and turn the teapot 3 times clockwise then half a turn antic lock wise before pouring. She would then say while pouring tea – always taste is better out of fine bone china.

While sharing a cup of tea (from a pot and served in fine bone china cups & saucer) I like to discuss Ghandi's famous quote of how we can 'be the change we wish to see in the world' then inspire each other to go do it!! – Tamra.

I remember my Uncle Bert who would visit his sister, my mother, for a cuppa. He had his favourite cup which was enormous. To my amazement he poured the tea into the saucer and drank it savouring every saucerful!



There is no trouble so great that cannot be dimished by a cup of tea.

When I was a little girl, my mum would take out all her special bone china tea sets out of her cupboard (we usually were never allowed to play with them) and pour tea for my brother and I. We would eat cakes and feel so special. We also learnt about table manners but never realised it as it was play time.

I spent 4 years working and living in Vietnam. As it got hotter and hotter building towards the relief of the monsoon season – nothing was more refreshing than a big glass of Cha Da – iced jasmine tea!

(Note: Tetly ad from my childhood – I can recite this from memory) "You just take a tetly all-rounder it goes in a teapot or cup and the flavour it rolls through two thousand holes and by golly it makes you sit up. So when you're out during the shopping and it comes to selecting the tea choose Tetley all-rounder, no choice could be sounder (sip) Ann, that's the taste of Tetley"

A bright idea came into Alice's head "Is there a reason so many tea-things are put out there" she asked. "Yes, that's it' said the Hatter with a sigh 'it's always tea-time and we've no time to wash the things between whiles'!

My childhood memories of visits to my grandparent's farm at Laharum at the base of the Grampians hold strong memories around the farmhouse table, china tea cups & saucers and sipping our tea out of saucers to cool down.

The house been woken by the sound of the automatic tea maker and alarm clock Dad bought Mum for Xmas in 1971.

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