Lines in the sand

by Hannah the Zebra

This is wonderful writing that had me laughing out loud. Suffice it to say that after reading this, I am following her blog. This post will give me a marvelous image to conjure up the next time I am faced with the dreary sameness of hospital days. Which I fervently hope is not anytime soon. In the interest of full disclosure, I must confess that while I drink and enjoy good coffee, I am primarily a tea drinker, having been raised on good English tea. I find it soothing, comforting, delicious… and it reminds me that my beloved grandmother always had the tea tray out and set, waiting for me when I got home from school.

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I was watching one of those clichéd movie moments the other night instead of doing something productive. It was the moment when the hero says something similar to “That’s a line I will not cross!”. Usually there is dramatic body language attached, including miming drawing a line, presumably in mimed sand.

nooooooo

I recently discovered within myself a steely core of resistance in another area. In retrospect it was not really surprising but I was a little taken aback at the time.

It involved tea.

There is no doubt that clichés are popular because they resonate within us, and highlight something we all recognise. In this case, we all have limits to what we are prepared to do. Milgram’s infamous experiments purported to demonstrate that people can be pushed further if someone in a white coat and with an air of authority is doing the pushing. Whatever the validity of the…

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