I wish I had
a teapot. Really.
I love drinking tea. Especially that first fragrant fresh cup. The steaming coiling coy mists carrying that sweetness of flavour. Depth. Delicious. There’s a variety to tantalise the tastebuds. Green. Jasmine. Chrysanthemum. Rose. Vanilla. Lemon. Peppermint. Black. Red. White. Just to list a few in my cogged cupboard.
Now, I just need a teapot.
