I’d always heard stories of the mythical tea lady – delivering tea around offices.

By the time I started work they were a thing of the past.

Now either I’ve gone back in time (possible….) – or I’m in a country where the cost of people is different (more likely) – but she’s reappeared!

That’s right. I get my tea delivered to order to my desk, morning and afternoon! She’s obviously been taught well, as she also brings a glass of water at the same time. Unfortunately it doesn’t come with an Arnotts assorted cream biscuit by the side, but hey – at least it’s home delivered mugs of tea!

The tea lady, Nincy, is obviously a creature of habit. I didn’t score a visit for the first week – it was only when I asked the question in the office about getting a cup of tea (having gone to an external coffee shop in the first week for my fix) that I got told – “What do you mean – Isn’t Nincy bringing you a cup of tea?”. The first day I got a cup of coffee, which I let go cold – after which she learned I was one of those weird English tea drinkers who has milk!

Nincy has an interesting office life. She only serves half the floor – maybe 30 people total? Other then the hour each morning and afternoon she spends serving, she doesn’t seem to do much – although her little area (don’t dare walk in there!) seems to be the epicentre of the local office chat scene. Sounds much like Australia when the tea lady existed there I guess! The other thing she seems to do when people aren’t gathered around her, chatting, is spending the rest of the day on the phone. From her phone manner she could be ordering tea supplies.

But some how – I doubt it.