26 May 2011
I can't believe I bought another tea pot
Actually, I can. I'd seen it in a charity shop the week before, picked it up and told myself firmly that I really did not need another tea pot even if it did have faded gold edging and a sort of marbling effect on the top and anyway it's meant to be "one in, one out" in our house. Then I went back a week later and it was a pound cheaper. So I had it. And the real truth is that I dream of becoming Mrs Wobble the Waitress and turning my front room into a cafe and having people in to drink tea and eat cake in a very civilised way. It's the same reason why the cellar is full of carefully packed cake stands and tea sets, why I buy tea cosies and books on how to knit them, even though I never do, and aprons. I'm very partial to a proper apron.
Glory be. I need to get a grip.