Talk about something you inherited

Sean yawns as he waits for the kettle to whistle. He scratches his stubbly chin, rubs still-sleepy eyes and rotates his neck to work a kink out of it. The teabag is waiting in his favourite mug, the one with the red and white vertical stripes and "Blades" emblazoned all around it, the one that always makes Viggo grin. The box of PG Tips is still out on the kitchen counter. A nice strong tea, nothing fancy maybe, but something he's been drinking since he was a kid.

A whistle warns him that the water is ready and he fills the mug, watching with satisfaction the way the liquid turns dark as the tea steeps.

He can almost hear his father's voice, telling him that if he starts the day with a nice strong cuppa, he will be able to take on just about anything. It's been years, but he still knows his dad was right.