A week after I moved into the bedsit which was the only place that I could afford, once I’d left my husband, the smiling postman rang the doorbell, handed me a rather light cube of cardboard and said, “Somebody’s sent you a present! How lovely.” Once I’d signed for it, I picked up a pair of scissors (it had been well wrapped in brown packing tape) and set to. Inside, in a flurry of polystyrene curls, nestled The Teapot and, with it, a small note card upon which my oldest friend had written the words that you see on the header, above.
This was four weeks after leaving. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. I promised myself, then, that her generosity of spirit would never be forgotten. Those words have supported me through some of my darkest times and I hope that they will support you, too.
Take care, lovely ladies.
Yours, The Tea Drinker. x ©