billytheseal

I still can't decide what tea-pot to buy. I'm a mature man who is quite intelligent, so I shouldn't be having this much trouble over a tea-pot. But here we are.


Since I first saw it, this cheeky little stainless stell number has been begging me to buy it. And it has many things going for it, a nice little stand, it's a good pourer, and best of all, it has a little basket inside so I can use real tea leaves! In short, it's a tea-pot you would be quite happy to take home to meet your parents. All was happy in my life...until...


...this number turned up, winking at me like a read headed harlot, promising me not a good life, but a torrent of tea drinking affairs, of good and dirty times until she gets fed of me and leaves, possibley with my best friend.

What to do, what to do?