Teapot

I went to visit my sister last weekend. I admired her flat, her child, her dress and her general style. She produced dainty cakes and tea in a teapot. I bought her that teapot when she was a young teenager. It's got feet. I also bought her a mug on feet. I set off on a mission at the time. I lived way out in Middlesex and travelled in to Baker St and out again to Walthamstow market to buy her the set. Deed accomplished - I travelled all the way back to Baker St only to accidently bang the carrier bag against the platform wall. One foot snapped off of the mug. In those days I smoked. In those days you could smoke on stations. I seem to recall that I had a cigarette before returning to Walthamstow to buy her another mug. She's still got the teapot after all those years. It's a bit chipped, it's not user-friendly but it stands proudly on it's feet. It probably took four or more hours travelling on a busy Saturday many years ago. Was it worth it? Hell, yes!!