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!!