Behind Every Good....

There are moments in life which need to be snapped up, grabbed, locked down ,...oh Whatever!!... Mrs. Tpm came along in one of those such moments..she sneaked in, almost undetected, through the ether of the internet, found lurking in one of those 'pots'. Tpm was seeking out new 'blends' at that time, and his search became global in his constant quest for the perfect brew!


So it came to pass, quite a few 'brews' ago that tpm flew 'stateside' and met up with the now mrs.tpm and after several 'cups', a union was formed and officially sealed at a ceremony attended by connoisseurs of a good brew (family and friends) at a romantic venue north of the border.


Its true to say that there are cultural differences between my 'pot' and that of Mrs. tpm. The English language has been 'mashed' since crossing the Atlantic, and there are times when an interpreter would be of use. (you say too-may-toe and I say toe-mar-toe..etc). We get by, our 'handles' not actually that far apart. The good lady has a background in the floristry field of life and her fingers are in fact greener than most. We have a propensity for myrth and merriment that transcends those times when I cannot understand a word she says!!
(green fingers)
It soon transpired to those knowledgeable amongst us, that mrs.tpm has in fact a pretty accomplished curriculum vitae and will in fact have a go at any D.I.Y. job that needs attention. 'Handy Andy' aint got nuttin on this gal'. So it came to pass,again, that tpm's 'caddy' has been turned into a rather neat place to hang out.(After many years of a 'one-cup' life.) Regrettably, this past time has been hampered of late by heavy handed gleaming white coated chaps who have viewed the 'hanging out' as being required of stronger medication!


Her talents are so varied that I would bore you to recount all, but a few are worthy of mention..her ability to drop off within 5 minutes of going to bed, of invading the whole bed, leaving precious little room for tpm and his 'spoons'.Seriously though, her creativity and skill with the needle, sewing machine, scissors, drills, mitre saw....zzzzzzzzzzz....


Apologies dear readers..in recounting her many skills, tpm floated off like a used teabag.Suffice it to say that there is nothing that mrs. tpm will not attempt, whether it will be helping Pelo fit the matriarch's new kitchen, lay laminate flooring...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... landscaping the tired old foundations..NO! not tpm, but the gardens of the family estate!


Mrs. tpm is not one for complaining....she has learned the futility of such, but clearly she does from time to time, feel homesick for her own 'teapot haven'. Recipes here appear slightly askew from the USA and interpretations are sometimes harder than perhaps were intended. Although...it needs saying that the wuss does not yearn for those Nebraskan winters, but come the warmer seasons, can be found 'goodwilling', 'thrifting' and otherwise bargain shopping in her homeland.


Of late, it appears that our beloved, or should that be be-littled kin, Pelo has been hankering after her for her 'spongy delights'.I am led to believe that this may in fact be a reference to ' Victorian Sponge cake' which is yet another forte of mrs. tpm. her cullinary delights have been sampled and adored by many, whilst I have been under the influences of those gleaming white...yada yada...


The long and the short of it, you must make up your own minds on the question of whose attributes are whose, is that mrs. tpm has indeed lived up to the expectations as expressed by that most wise sage, when he sayeth unto us, intended for our wedding day I feel sure,"Today is going to be a changing day in your life". He was NOT wrong.


Mrs.Tpm, tpm lifts his 'lid' to you and validates, appreciates and in this passage of time in a meister's life, communicates with you! Behind every good pot, is an even better one lurking...'hey, did someone call you before the kettle boiled and tell you i was stupid?'


Ho humm..so glad I'm a teapot...! xx