#4 The Perfect cup of Tea
Mrs. Hemmingsworth of Valadin lane had only one thing mind, and one thing only. To find someone who could and would make her, the most perfect cup of tea.
Some would make it too strong, while others too weak.
Some would add too much milk, or not enough cream.
And heaven forbid those who dared approach her about adding in green.
Mrs. Hemmingsworth of Valadin Lane had tried and tried again in vain, to find the one person who could and would make her, the perfect cup of tea.
The only one that had come close, was a student from France on a business trip, but despite all things, they had forgotten to add in the cream.
So they were out, and like a shot. Till good old Mrs. Hemmingsworth had gotten her leave.
So about one morning at half past ten, she came across one girl with a doll and a pen.
"You're looking for someone to make you tea?" She asked. Mrs. Hemmingsworth agreed, for it was no secret that it was she, the one to out anyone who seemingly could not make tea.
"I have an idea." The young girl proposed. "Now just suppose."
Mrs. Hemmingsworth listened intently, and waiting till the girls thoughts had done. Then stood up straight, and was off like a gun. Onwards back home! And back up the stairs. Put the hat away and the coat on the hangers. Down again she went, and into the kitchen. For right then and there, she had but one vision. On how she could make, her one and perfect tea.
"I think that I," she began. "I shall make it for me."
-Mae
Some would make it too strong, while others too weak.
Some would add too much milk, or not enough cream.
And heaven forbid those who dared approach her about adding in green.
Mrs. Hemmingsworth of Valadin Lane had tried and tried again in vain, to find the one person who could and would make her, the perfect cup of tea.
The only one that had come close, was a student from France on a business trip, but despite all things, they had forgotten to add in the cream.
So they were out, and like a shot. Till good old Mrs. Hemmingsworth had gotten her leave.
So about one morning at half past ten, she came across one girl with a doll and a pen.
"You're looking for someone to make you tea?" She asked. Mrs. Hemmingsworth agreed, for it was no secret that it was she, the one to out anyone who seemingly could not make tea.
"I have an idea." The young girl proposed. "Now just suppose."
Mrs. Hemmingsworth listened intently, and waiting till the girls thoughts had done. Then stood up straight, and was off like a gun. Onwards back home! And back up the stairs. Put the hat away and the coat on the hangers. Down again she went, and into the kitchen. For right then and there, she had but one vision. On how she could make, her one and perfect tea.
"I think that I," she began. "I shall make it for me."
-Mae
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