The CharLord has bought three tea-bag plates to force
me to dispose of my
eternal teabags neatly & efficiently,
they are very pretty
and I’m determined to live his dream
but it’s more difficult
than I could have foreseen – every
time I take out my teabag
the plate is gone, I wander from
Room to room, teabag
perched on the tip of my teaspoon,
to deposit the bag in the
designated place and call on the
CharLord to approve;
after making my cup of tea tonight,
I started hunting for
one of the three new teabag plates
again, it is all very
tiresome and my poetic son watched
These proceedings before
declaring – Mom, you should
write your
autobiography & call it ‘My Teesakkie-Bakkie’
[My Teabag Bowl], his
smug expression of self-satisfied
intelligence followed
by his wide, mischievous smile had
me in stitches,
obviously he is better than I am at making
Up titles for books we
are never going to write!
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