I have considered muchly since my last offering as to how and where to lead you through the murky dwellings inhabited by sad, old and redundant tea bags.
My day began with a cup of elixir, brewed with loving care by my own hand before bringing the art of driving to a higher level than my two pups were ready for, or so it seemed on more than one occasion.
The 'T'meister was well and truly 'drawn' after a 50 minute non stop full talk through tuition session.
In the manner to which we know our readers have become accustomed, we survived the morning and returned to the 'caddy' to rest and rejuvenate.
It was at that point that further coordination and work on publishing documents was carried out with our beleagured relative who has shown himself to be made of sturdy stuff, if in no other fashion than the creative arts department. Concern is had over his mental capacity, however I do not feel pre-disposed to diagnose any further at this point as the lights have been dimmed and those kindly blessed persons adorned with brilliant white coats have been unable to detect my presence under the desk...shh... quiet typing is the order of the day, lest we raise the alarm and find ourselves subjected to further medicatory solutions.
The time has come, so I believe the walrus said...to think of other things,.. of shoes, ships and candlewax...xx
My day began with a cup of elixir, brewed with loving care by my own hand before bringing the art of driving to a higher level than my two pups were ready for, or so it seemed on more than one occasion.
The 'T'meister was well and truly 'drawn' after a 50 minute non stop full talk through tuition session.
In the manner to which we know our readers have become accustomed, we survived the morning and returned to the 'caddy' to rest and rejuvenate.
It was at that point that further coordination and work on publishing documents was carried out with our beleagured relative who has shown himself to be made of sturdy stuff, if in no other fashion than the creative arts department. Concern is had over his mental capacity, however I do not feel pre-disposed to diagnose any further at this point as the lights have been dimmed and those kindly blessed persons adorned with brilliant white coats have been unable to detect my presence under the desk...shh... quiet typing is the order of the day, lest we raise the alarm and find ourselves subjected to further medicatory solutions.
The time has come, so I believe the walrus said...to think of other things,.. of shoes, ships and candlewax...xx
"Ho humm.. so glad I'm a teapot...!"
2 comments:
What is this all about? How can a teapot be blogging? Teapots have no fingers to type, for a start. Something fishy is afoot, I think we should be told.
Becca xxx
Having involved myself in this particular entertainment and have imbibed as much of the heavenly warm nectar as my kidneys would allow. Having discarded more
cold ones than could be considered reasonable unless of course, as we were, engaged in a such feats of technical wizardry as you see before you now.(Don't you just hate PC Tea) I must confer that those little blighters in their white coats are forever on the hunt for the tpm for the mass daily geneicide of their compatriots by drowning Almost hourly throughout the day, from first cup to the one he takes to bed. In an attempt to stop the tpm's almost vampire like life sucking away of their life sip by sip, despite his attempts to sweeten the procedings with the 2 Dolly Partons. (We may well return to Buffy at some future time, who wouldn't, to see buffy in a white coat and flat cap bbbbrrrrr....Top Tetley!! I hear you cry) Surely it can only be a matter of time before the bag bites back and makes our hero pay for his crimes against the leaf, maybe and quite fittingly with the dreaded "drawstrings" a la Sadam! "Mas infusion por favor"
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