One thing I really do miss is sitting down with a group of close friends, preferably in front of a big fire and someone bringing a tray with a pot of tea, under a cosy, with cups, saucers, milk and sugar.
We'd all sit while it brewed, until finally, the cosy was removed, revealing a large, earthenware teapot, with more random glaze cracks than stars in the sky. Then listen to it pour, the golden brown. We'd help ourselves to sugar and stir it, clink, clink.
There's be a second cup. We'd chat or just stare at the flames, dancing over the coals.
Now it's a big mug, tea bag. others have coffee.
I like a big mug of tea. But I miss traditional tea.