When Micca came here for a visit, I believe it was 2008, I was excited beyond words as I prepared for his arrival. Having been his fortunate companion on a marvelous tour through London a few years earlier, I was eagerly anticipating the opportunity to return his kindness and wanted everything to be just right to welcome him. Just as I was about to leave for the airport to meet his plane, a quick scan through the pantry revealed, to my horror, that it lacked a key ingredient. PROPER tea! Oh, I had lots of herbal stuff, and a box of Tetley Tea bags, but for Micca? Nothing but the finest English tea would do. With no time to spare as I heard his plane’s approach, I dashed into the grocery store across the road from the airport and quickly assessed the tea aisle. There - the finest English Breakfast Tea! Perfect! Made it to the airport just in time to see that gnomely presence emerge from the jetway. Back home, settling in for a catch up chat, sure enough, Micca asked for tea. So glad I’d gotten the right stuff, desiring to serve the perfect cuppa to my friend from England, I was horrified to realize that in my haste, I’d picked up loose tea leaves. A quick scrounging about turned up an old tea ball, the holes in which, were way too big for this fine English Breakfast Tea, resulting in a hot swirl of little black flecks. No worries, says Micca, I’ll get the right stuff tomorrow. Next day, at the market, what do you suppose Micca throws into our shopping cart? Yep. A box of Tetley Tea bags. We had a good laugh about that over the years.