How to strain goodwill!!

Okay then...so nothing lasts forever..even a teapot eventually gets to the stage where the cracks, years of use and loving nurturing will no longer sustain the taste, so to speak! So it was last month, when the boiler that has been with tpm thru thick and thin, for nigh on 15years, and a further 15 before tpm, finally drew its last heated breath.

Looking through the yellow pages, that most enlightening book of eager services, one eventually realises that what the ad offers is actually only one tea leaf of the full bag and quite frankly is more in line with the'value' items than the real mccoy. In short, most of those contacted cant be bothered to ge tback..one guy reckoned that tpm was about to pay for his xmas vacation to the Bahamas!!

And so it came to pass that we did find someone, of corgi registration, who suggested he could do the job, replace the old faithful with a 2008 version, blah blah blah...So we agreed a day for the work to begin..waited anxiously, cup of the finest brew in hand....alas , no show...no telephone call, no semaphore message...

Temps were dropping as the deep of winter was rushing headlong towards us...Mrs. Tpm is not know for her affiliation, never mind, love, of the cold. Eventually, after two reschedulings, the new equipment was fitted and once again there was as much heat in the house as a freshly brewed mug!! Did we take the bag out too soon?? Within days, the system began to rumble in the jungle on a regular basis..so much so that we had to call the engineer back again. Whilst the rumble was somewhat disconcerting, the heating nevertheless worked..that is until the so called professional decided to do whatever it was he denies he did..and the system now has as much life in it as a dozen used tea bags! Then whilst tpm stands back , watching in amazement, he blows the rear end out of the system clock and takes a further 24 hours to consider that possibility, at which point he rushes off to catch his supplier before close of play. When he returns, he realises its time for his friday night out with the boys and the plight of the tpm household is thrust selfishly to one side.

I suppose one might understand, the desire to get wasted on alcohol, where as tpm would sooner o/d on a plethora of brews! So we accept the plight of yet another night wit hno heat.water, having been assured that an electrician will arrive at lunchtime on sat to correct the foul play...
Do I need to write that the elec never turned up!1 That when Icalled our hero engineer, he gave me a right load of bull dust as to why., how..blah blah blah..he would recall he promised....

Yes indeed, another dozen cups of the magnificent brew were downed between then and the next day, today, with no recall...and perhaps more importantly, no heat/water.So, tpm, known universally for his calm and forgiving nature, calls our hero yet again. Further bull crap is illicted, the art of good lying is I believe, the ability to recall how you lied before so they at least tally!! A bit like tea leaves in a tea-bag kind of thing...
So once again, dear reader, we are without heat/water, with 3 days to go to Christmas day, having paid a substantial fee for a system that adorns the kitchen wall like a true folly, I can only promise to let you know how the situation brews up on Monday....Ho Hum..I wish I was that teapot!!

Returning at long last from a Descaling!!

Where has the tea bag time gone since I last strained a few words of note here? I have gone a little browner around the edges,, crustier in appearance, but soggy i am NOT!! I have been on a journey as they now appear to call passing the time, squeezing a good bag!! I was brewing slowly the other day when i realised it was time to open a fresh box, and share some deep and meaningful words with the tea drinking and pot lovers amongst you.

Mrs. Tpm remains steadfast in her opposition to the finer blend and insists on drinking fluids from a 'can, or 'soda' to give its more transatlantic appeal. The fruit of my loins have continued to flourish, as indeed they should with the patronage of the teapotmeister, an unsung hero to be sure! One's eldest, trying not to be too unkind as to her now advancing years, is betrothed, though one suspects that "Daddy!!...?" will still be heard in that needy and appealing manner.

Needles still needles!! Her toils at the halls of academia are nearing somewhat of a crescendo, with the real danger of one having to seek , dare we use such profanity here? "work". They still form the backbone of tpm's life, though their inability to remember their father's mobile number for texting purposes shows a greater concern than a quality teapot meister deserves. Ho hum...