This is my favourite cup. I am always pleased when it
happens to be at the front of the cupboard, waiting for one teabag or another. We get on well the cup and I. It’s smooth rimmed, sturdy
weight reassures me that, actually, all is well.
I daydream journeys. My cup of tea takes me to far-flung
adventures; all the colours of the world are collected by my trusty camper. And then, revived, I return. Eyes open into the deep,
insular square of my kitchen. But my cup still whispers:
'The world waits for you yet'
