Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 12 October 2014
A mysterious teapot
It was the birthday of my brother PJ recently and I uploaded a cropped picture of one of his childhood's birthdays on the post for the occasion. I had cropped another bit of the picture, which I uploaded as the topic of another French post last year. I was, I am still, fascinated by it. It is a mysterious teapot. Why, you will ask. Because it is a teapot (unless I am mistaken) and I wonder what the heck it is doing there. It may sound stupid, I mean it makes sense, in October, in autumn, to have some warming tea on a family gathering, but there it is: my parents don't like tea. My mother borderline hates it. And there is this big teapot in one of our anniversary events. I did not drink tea at the time of course, so I never noticed it until today. I know we had many guests, but I don't remember any member of family being particularly fond of tea, not enough to warrant boiling such quantity. So I look at it and wonder.