Today was bleak and cold, quite foggy for the tpm to be out, but out he was, wrapped up like an immersed teabag against the elements, dreaming of the spring when getting up at 5.30 in the morning is more of a pleasure than a torture, though there was not too much else going on in and around the teapot.No word from the off spring today, Mrs. TPM did her stout stuff at the supermarket replenishing the supplies necessary to keep a teapotmeister at the top of his strong brew. God bless her for her stirring efforts!!

Well its been another mind blowing day at work...why do some managers think that they can manage well just because they can behave like farmers at muck spreading time? They open their mouths and out it comes by the kilo....part of me thinks that they believe their own bull, which I suppose is okay, except I get very irritated and annoyed when they expect me to believe it too. If 6 people wont fit into a 150square metre room, how in the modern universe can it be easier for 9-10 people to fit in?

Me thinks management have sampled too much of the product we deliver on a twice daily basis! It is true, I am a simple teabag follower, a bear of little brain no less, but these 'aliens' have been created with lukewarm rather than boiling water and more than likely, left to stew too long. A whack with a solid silver teaspoon may reap some dividend, though there is evidence to the contrary at this junction. Oh well, time for a cuppa and off to bed to ponder the meaning of their lives and whether euthanasia really is an option....

The Return of the Teapotmeister

It's been a long while again since the last bag was drawn and in true British fashion, it is high time we opened a fresh box and let them stew away.....so, i am determined to make this a regular boiling bag again...stay tuned..xx