Mr & Mrs. TPM

Mr & Mrs. TPM
Behind every good man...

Saturday, 20 December 2008

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...

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