For me having a cuppa is sharing with family and friends, sometimes sharing and listening when people are hurting and sometimes just to spend time with one another.
Our home is at the end of a Poinciana and Jacaranda-lined street and the view from our front verandah is very special. We have lived here for 34 years. The first time I shared a cup of tea with my little three-year-old granddaughter (and first grandchild as she always reminds me), she chose a little coffee cup just the right size for her and we took our tea to the front verandah.
I was putting our cups and biscuits on the table when she said, "Granny, I want to sit on the top step. Mummy says that when she was a little girl, that was her favourite spot in the whole wide world, because it looks down on the street with trees."
It was then that I realised that I had done this same thing with my daughters when they were little girls. I have photographs of them having their own tea parties with their dolls.
This cup, saucer and plate belong to a tea set which my mother received from her sister for a wedding present in the 1930s. I will also donate the small cup and saucer from the 1960s – my granddaughter Camilla's choice.