lovely Devonmoor teapot. Still I'm nonchalantly expecting them to emerge from the moving day rubble over the weekend.
I love these common and garden Chinese rice bowls for eating my morning muesli. They are just the right portion size. But my collection has dwindled over the years, thanks to klutz like tendencies, to just one. So, I was pleased to find a set of five in a charity shop in Bath, scooped them up quickly and went to stand in the queue behind a posh man.
'I'd like those Chinese bowls' he said in a loud fruity voice not dissimilar to the kind used by actors with a minor role in a 'Jeeves and Wooster' episode Then 'Where the devil have they gone!' He spotted me with my booty and left the shop in a huff!
Now Kay, being a nice lady, said I should that have offered them to him but my inner mean spirited, sharp elbowed bargain hunter refused to budge. I reckon God looked down from above, tutted and arranged for one of them to get broken in the move - just to serve me right. But then he relented. For at the recycling centre amongst the bric-a-brac was an identical replacement priced at a very reasonable 20p!