Posted by Atticus on December 11, 2004, at 18:54:41
In reply to Re:Pristine Mates of Sistine Paints..I gotta know, posted by Jai Narayan on December 11, 2004, at 16:34:43
Hullo luv,
Yes, we did go back to her flat for the tea, and I do like green tea. She actually knew I liked tea because she's a friend of a friend, and I'd just met her the previous weekend. I'd mentioned how my Irish grandmother, Na, had lived with my immediate family until I was about 10, when she died of cancer. Na had me supping tea like a proper little Irishman by the age of three, and one of my fondest childhood memories is of me, her, and my mother sitting around the kitchen table (me in a booster chair) all sipping tea (mine was mostly cream and sugar, lots and lots of sugar) as a hard winter's rain pounded down outside the windows. I felt so cozy and safe as I sat there with the steam from the tea and the indecipherable but oddly comforting grown-up talk washing over me like a warm bath. Guess the girl in the poem remembered the story and knew exactly what button to push when the sleet started to pelt down. Ta. ;) Atticus
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