When I lived in the US, I remember going into a local cafe and asking for a cup of tea - and being given iced tea which was probably wise given the temperature outside but wasn't what I was expecting at all.
Perhaps it's because the humidity and temperature in the UK rarely approach those in North Carolina, but even on the hottest days here I drink hot tea (well, lukewarm by the time I get round to drinking it). Iced coffee, certainly, but not iced tea. Well, unless it's Long Island Iced Tea of course, and even then I'd prefer Pimms. Actually, I remember making a huge jug of Pimms for friends in the States at a summer barbecue, and they thought it was oridinary iced tea - we didn't realise that's what they thought till it was too late and as a result we had a lot of unplanned extra overnight guests. But I digress.
I painted this mug last time I visited my parents, at one of those fab pot painting places. We've picked it up this half term, and we had another painting session while we were there. And just in case anyone is in any doubt whether this mug is theirs, I named it.