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Brewing time
I’m not a little teapot and in fact, I’m not short or stout. I am an elegant hand painted China teapot. I am pink and green with a gold leaf trim and once I was the thing of envy amongst the local housewives. I was a wedding gift in July 1953, brought in a very ordinary brown box from the large department store in the city. For a while I sat proudly on the sideboard, I think the plan was to keep me there for special occasions but it wasn’t long before I was in action two, sometimes even three times a day, I was taken off every morning and every evening, and used to make two cups of the most perfect tea you could imagine. In those early days, it was always loose leaf tea, there was a small battered tin tucked in the kitchen cupboard alongside a special tea leaf spoon. It wasn’t like the ordinary teaspoons, it was more like a round scoop without a handle. One spoonful per person and with my perfect pear shape it was easy for the leaves to mix and blend and deliver flavour. Golden cups of tea every time.
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