Dear listeners, thankyou once again for joining us on the saucer of life to revel in what is truly the most remarkable asset in one's life... Of what do I speak now I hear you ask through the mist and haze of the hour...
I speak, with more than a hint of blushing pride, of the products of my loins. For those less blessed than tpm (teapotmesiter), I am glowingly raving about my children. I have two, to be precise; the eldest of whom cares and tends , in a loving way, so I'm told, for those heavily laden females of the species who have also had activity stirring from loins.
The second, an academic of gigantic intellectual enquiry, has, for those of you not nimble of finger or dexterous of mind enough to find her comment, created further doubt as to the stability of the meaning of life in general and this writer in particular.
The question is posed from the halls of mancunian academia as follows;
"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."
Now then, those of you not in your dotage, and able to recall something you read but a few moments ago, will recall I spoke of 'blushing pride' as I introduced the subject of my loins!!
I speak, with more than a hint of blushing pride, of the products of my loins. For those less blessed than tpm (teapotmesiter), I am glowingly raving about my children. I have two, to be precise; the eldest of whom cares and tends , in a loving way, so I'm told, for those heavily laden females of the species who have also had activity stirring from loins.
The second, an academic of gigantic intellectual enquiry, has, for those of you not nimble of finger or dexterous of mind enough to find her comment, created further doubt as to the stability of the meaning of life in general and this writer in particular.
The question is posed from the halls of mancunian academia as follows;
"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."
Now then, those of you not in your dotage, and able to recall something you read but a few moments ago, will recall I spoke of 'blushing pride' as I introduced the subject of my loins!!
It is remarkably pleasing to a parent to have evidence that their years of toil and pain have not been in vain and that the fruits of their, yes, you've guessed it.....labours...have been nurtured into fertile, inquisitive and life challenging minds. In no small way, though one doesnot like to embellish an already good tale, I claim credit, by the teapotful, for my second and valuable contribution to the world of womanhood.
She has laid down the gauntlet for her father, knowing that as always, he will provide her with the answers to her questions, in much the same fashion as he did when as a child, she lovingly enquired of further information on the true status of Father Christmas.
In that spirit, and because I am ready to face the challenge, I offer her, and you, my dear followers of the blend, the peace of mind she so earnestly seeks.
'What is this all about?' Truly, it is about nonsense and is an opportunity to examine in some finer detail, the comings and goings of the archetypal teapot!
'How can a teapot be blogging? Teapots have no fingers to type for a start.' I can only say this, think outside of the box, if you still buy your tea in boxes, teapots have spouts!. Long live the spouts, they're not just at Christmas dinner, but for life!!
'Something fishy is a foot...' She asks this question, in a predominantly loving, but audaciously beautiful attempt to showcase her father's wide and revered knowledge of all things fishmongery and so that I may reveal to the world that in fact, contrary to her initial findings, "a foot is actually twelve inches!!!! "
'Something fishy is a foot...' She asks this question, in a predominantly loving, but audaciously beautiful attempt to showcase her father's wide and revered knowledge of all things fishmongery and so that I may reveal to the world that in fact, contrary to her initial findings, "a foot is actually twelve inches!!!! "
And so it was, as it had always been, that the story was told and the world went to sleep a better place, enveloped as usual by its exclusively grand velvet tea-cosy.I think I have adequately shown why my 'cup runneth over'...
Ho humm...so glad I'm a teapot..xxx
1 comment:
Such pride in one's loins is often misunderstood and walks a very shaky path. Should this be flagged as objectional content or just served with 2 veg? (a la Ken Russell)
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