It is 22 years ago,
in our century-old home
in Milner Street, Kimberley, South Africa
and as I prepare supper,
I hear my girls' voices from the living-room:
I'm a little tea pot short and stout
Here is my handle here is my spout
When I get all steamed up hear me shout!
Tip me over and pour me out!
Certainly not my experience in Denmark!
I've seen an teapot in antik shops, but not in use.
Filling my own teabag became a ritual . . .
|This knot in the last picture is my intervention,|
just to save my teabag for a second cup,