Dear reader,
At a mere glance at tonight's title, you may be thinking, "...okay..." but I promise you, I have good intentions. Half the people reading this may not even drink tea, but after reading this may agree with my hate of using pathetic teapots, and the process leading up to them.
So you're sitting down perfectly happy when all of a sudden you hear those dreaded words, "Put the kettle on, love?" Em, no thanks?! Believe me, I have tried to wiggle my way out of it by just sitting there after saying, "Ugh, fine!" but no. Parents, they forget pocket money month after month. But when it comes down to their cup of tea, it's ridiculous to even consider the possibility of them not realizing you haven't yet moved.
You then slump off the couch and drag your feet along the carpet on the way to the kitchen, huffing and puffing as loudly as possible so that they just might see that you're struggling to build up the effort to care enough to make a decent cup of tea and take over. Word of advice, don't hold your breath.
As the message finally reaches your brain telling you that you are infact going to have to do this yourself, you boil the kettle. A painfully slow process in which you sit there hoping that if you stare at the kettle for long enough, it might just hurry up. Yes I am a rather lazy person and have no patience whatsoever but the worst is yet to come, my friend. After boiling the kettle, pouring a splash of milk into each cup and popping two teabags into the pot, you pour the water into the dreaded teapot...
As I previously mentioned, I contain no trace of patience within me, and so instead of waiting for the teabags to release their... their... um... tea, I fish out a spoon and stir it, pressing the bags against the sides of the pot. Now, the time has come... to pour... the tea. You knew that this was coming, and take a slow, deep breath as you lift the pot, hovering it over the mugs. You tilt it slightly, and soon enough tea begins to flow through the spout. You smile, so far so good. But then again, you know it's too good to be true, and sure enough BAM!!! Disaster strikes. The stream of tea suddenly turns to a pathetic dribble, and thats when you know that that's the way it will stay until you finish pouring the tea. You groan, and silently abuse it from inside your head. Attemping to move the teapots from blocking the exit, you turn the pot to the right and swivel it around. You try again, fail, abuse, turn and swivel. This is how your actions will go for the next 5mins. Good luck.
But seriously, if you're planning on producing and selling your own brand of teapots, will you make sure that they actually WORK?!?!?! That a decent, constant flow of tea will exit the pot and land satisfyingly into the mugs?!?! It's really not that much to ask!!! God. I personally love a good cuppa tea, but the idea of going throught all that frustration and annoyance and stress makes me not want to bother. Oh, and you may be reading this thinking, "Is she stupid?! Just take out the blooming bags!" well haha cos I did and it makes no difference. The awful design of the pot doesn't allow me to easily prepare this delightful beverage, no matter what I do. So BOOM.
Once again, I'm sure that I'm not the only one in this situation. So please, comment at the bottom and if you like what I write, feel free to follow me using the wee thingymebob on the right. ---------------->
Liv.
You then slump off the couch and drag your feet along the carpet on the way to the kitchen, huffing and puffing as loudly as possible so that they just might see that you're struggling to build up the effort to care enough to make a decent cup of tea and take over. Word of advice, don't hold your breath.
As the message finally reaches your brain telling you that you are infact going to have to do this yourself, you boil the kettle. A painfully slow process in which you sit there hoping that if you stare at the kettle for long enough, it might just hurry up. Yes I am a rather lazy person and have no patience whatsoever but the worst is yet to come, my friend. After boiling the kettle, pouring a splash of milk into each cup and popping two teabags into the pot, you pour the water into the dreaded teapot...
As I previously mentioned, I contain no trace of patience within me, and so instead of waiting for the teabags to release their... their... um... tea, I fish out a spoon and stir it, pressing the bags against the sides of the pot. Now, the time has come... to pour... the tea. You knew that this was coming, and take a slow, deep breath as you lift the pot, hovering it over the mugs. You tilt it slightly, and soon enough tea begins to flow through the spout. You smile, so far so good. But then again, you know it's too good to be true, and sure enough BAM!!! Disaster strikes. The stream of tea suddenly turns to a pathetic dribble, and thats when you know that that's the way it will stay until you finish pouring the tea. You groan, and silently abuse it from inside your head. Attemping to move the teapots from blocking the exit, you turn the pot to the right and swivel it around. You try again, fail, abuse, turn and swivel. This is how your actions will go for the next 5mins. Good luck.
But seriously, if you're planning on producing and selling your own brand of teapots, will you make sure that they actually WORK?!?!?! That a decent, constant flow of tea will exit the pot and land satisfyingly into the mugs?!?! It's really not that much to ask!!! God. I personally love a good cuppa tea, but the idea of going throught all that frustration and annoyance and stress makes me not want to bother. Oh, and you may be reading this thinking, "Is she stupid?! Just take out the blooming bags!" well haha cos I did and it makes no difference. The awful design of the pot doesn't allow me to easily prepare this delightful beverage, no matter what I do. So BOOM.
Once again, I'm sure that I'm not the only one in this situation. So please, comment at the bottom and if you like what I write, feel free to follow me using the wee thingymebob on the right. ---------------->
Liv.
