söndag 1 mars 2009

Afternoon tea

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When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.
0000000000000000 Harold Monro (1879-1932)
00000000000000000000 "Milk for the Cat"
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  1. Thickethouse.wordpress1 mars 2009 kl. 18:22

    It is clear that tea time can be all things to all people (and all animals). I don't especially want to take tea with the pope, but who knows, one might enjoy tea anywhere with firmness of mind. Who knows........

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  2. em1 mars 2009 kl. 19:04

    Kristi,
    I'm sure we all have different criterion for the perfect tea - to me the perfect tea is the simple tea, an occasion where I don't have to fit into certain conventions. To take it together with witty friends or a good book certainly adds to the enjoyment. Maybe the pope is witty - I don't know but I'm sure he's interesting even if we don't see things differently. So as long as I don't have to dress in black and cover my head I might enjoy tea with the pope.
    Margaretha

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