This is my teapot. It’s been with me since I first went to university in 1994. It’s seen me through many a group of friends, many an epoch and many a crisis, because after all what crisis cannot be solved by a cup of tea and a piece of cake?
On Good Friday we were in Melbourne (only the very unvigilant reader wouldn’t know that) and Svasti took us on adventures into the Dandenong Ranges. Among other wonderful things we went to the best teashop on earth. Seriously every kind of tea you can think of was sold there. And every shape of teapot. Sadly we had limited room in our baggage (what with Himself insisting on buying that bloody boomerang 
) and so we had to limit ourselves to one tin of tea.
The tea we bought was a calming, de-stressing tea of cammomile flowers, lavender, oatgrass, limeflowers and St John’s Wort.
Yesterday I opened up the packet and brewed a pot up in my ancient teapot. The delicious tea tasted even better infused as it was with 1000 memories.
If I close my eyes I can go back there.
(if any of you listen to the Archers you’ll be aware of Phoebe who spent her Easter holidays in South Africa and cannot stop going on about it. Himself and I feel like that right now about Australia. I cannot promise normal service just yet)
Your tea pot is lovely. And you’re welcome back here any time!
That tea sounds divine!!
And I know what you mean, once I find time to post I think I’m going to rabbit on about India for a while…
that is a cute teapot… especially having gone thru all those adventures with you