Friday, May 11, 2007

Eleven Teabags

We used to have really good parties in those houses in Camberwell- mad.
At one of them I spent the whole night talking to my Champagne Friend's best friend from Norwich. She had a bright fluorescent green top on that reflected off her face, and it was fascinating to talk to a green person all night long.
At 5 o'clock we went down to have a cup of tea; the kitchen was full. Some people were going to Brick Lane, others were just hanging out and talking nonsense.
We worked our way through several cups of tea until someone noticed that we could only get two cups of tea out of the massive teapot that had poured tea for ten. It was a complete mystery, which kept us occupied for about 45 minutes until Champagne Friend looked in the pot and discovered eleven teabags. She's been boiling the kettle, shoving in a couple of teabags, and had not thought to remove the old ones.

And then, as we were looking out of the window, the sun suddenly came up- not gradually sliding over the horizon, but pop! like somebody switching on a light bulb.
Never knew it did that.

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