Sometimes I find myself thinking about and appreciating more, the little things that happen that usually go on around me that I don’t take the time to register.

A classic example is having a cup of tea. I like tea, I enjoy different blends, much in the same way as I enjoy different blends of malt whisky but the reality is I 99% of the tea I drink is made with a tea bag, not that the quality of tea in a bag is poor, it’s just like drinking a blended whisky (where is this alcohol analogy coming from??) It’s one of those things we just do without really bothering to ‘taste’ it properly. Why? Well, probably because we don’t expect too much from it, after all, we know it’s not a premium blend so we just consume it more out of habit than with any desire to appreciate it.

Today at work I must have drank 3, maybe 4 cups of tea and I’m not sure if I could have told you anything about them, other than I ended up leaving them too long so they were tepid when I did finally pause for a second or two to gulp them down. I stayed late at the office and finished up a few things, not back in until Tuesday so I thought it wise to finish all the little jobs I had mean meaning to do, like lock-down the front desk computers. Anyway, I finally got in just after 10pm and headed for the kitchen to fix something to eat, it’d been a long day…