now, everyone knows that the english love tea. they drink it all day, every day. but it's not just a beverage, it's a national institution, a way of life, a means of dealing with problems. no matter what just happened, marriage, child birth, failed exam, argument, separation, broken nail...everything can be fixed with a cup of tea. it's a way of saying 'i care for you', 'i love you'.
why am i telling you all this, ah, it is sort of interesting to keep in mind when reading on about my quest.
as in all good english households we like to drink tea (well, there's only one english guy really). at the moment we dont have a kettle though, so everytime you fancy a cuppa you have to boil a pot of water, not that difficult, but quite annoying. so i remembered the good old days in my mum's well equipped household and the faint memory of a teapot crossed my mind. so, out goes me to buy a teapot, stupidly thinking that in a land where people have tea running through their veins this would be an easy task. haha!
so, where to go? fenwicks...yes they did have teapots. £40 each? no thank you. marks and sparks. the sum total of one tea pot - in the whole store. £30. hm, not really what i'm looking for. at this point i began to wonder. are teapots that much of a luxury item in this country? surely not, i mean, it's a teapot for pity's sake. several shops later, still no luck.
friday night, working in the bar, i was still restless about my failed mission. so straight after work i decided to take my last chance of hope and headed for some midnight shopping at tesco's. surely tesco's...they sell EVERYTHING. after getting lost a bit between aisle 8 and 74 i finally stumbled across my 'grail'. i nearly missed it as it was well hidden behind some tracy beaker cups. a teapot. two in fact and one came in two different colours. a weight lifted off my shoulders and all i felt was relief. i found a teapot. blue, not really pretty, but it will do the job.
mission accomplished.
