There are few nicer things than sitting up in bed, drinking strong tea, and reading.

I drink to the general joy o_ the whole table." Macbeth

Nowadays, people resort to all kinds of activities in order to calm themselves after a stressful event: performing yoga poses in a sauna, leaping off bridges while tied to a bungee, killing imaginary zombies with imaginary weapons, and so forth. But in Miss Penelope Lumley's day, it was universally understood that there is nothing like a nice cup of tea to settle one's nerves in the aftermath of an adventure- a practice many would find well worth reviving.

Have tea, might write,_ Laura returned.

One Bagatelle, and I__l raise you a novel,_ Megan had tweeted back.__riting for tea? Now that would have been a solution for the British empire,_ Laura returned.__riting for me,_ Megan had typed.____l write you a tea fortune.___o deal. I want a novel. September sounds good.

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.