Like I mentioned earlier, we’re individuals with starkly different tastes. And even though we usually try and sample each others’ preferences, the line is drawn when it comes to hot beverages. Winters for me mean steaming mugs of coffee throughout the day. He still remembers the time when a single cup of coffee in the morning had him feeling nauseous for longer than is normal.
He sticks to his tea. Sweetened. Heavy handed on the milk.
Two mugs on the wicker table in the gallery. Two people who always have something to talk about.
It’s the conversation that matters, who cares about the contents of the mugs.