My blog can testify to that. The poor thing has been neglected for weeks, and even though there were topics to write about, I didn’t get to string two sentences together.
I was going to get to it tonight, tomorrow, over the weekend … it just didn’t happen. Until now, it’s high time I catch up and tell you a funny story. Well, funny, that depends on how you look at it.
Even though I’m mainly a coffee drinker, I love teapots and teacups. Not mugs, no, I prefer the proper china cups on matching saucers.
So when I had a birthday coming up in May, my son wanted to surprise me with a mini tea set (just a tea pot with one cup on a saucer).
He took a walk along Toronto’s Yonge Street and wandered into a fine porcelain store. From what he told me there was plenty to choose from. There were lots and lots of 12 piece and 8 piece tea services, mini tea services that consisted of a tea pot, a milk can, a sugar pot, and two cups on saucers, and literally hundreds of separate cups and saucers.
He saw something he thought I would like, picked it up and asked for the price. The manager of the store, looking very distinguished in a three piece suit, crisp white shirt, and sporting a handle bar moustache mentioned a price of just over $600.
“I don’t mean for the whole set, I meant for just the teapot,” Dieter said, upon which the manager replied “That is just for the teapot.”