When I moved on from my small village primary school, my mother chose an antique silver caddy spoon to give to our 'headmistress' (only two teachers, but the head was the fixture). Mother suggested I should write a poem to accompany it, which I still remember:
When you make a cup of tea
I hope you'll always think of me
But I don't know what eventually happened to the caddy spoon. Probably inherited by a second cousin's daughter. I just use an ordinary teaspoon, though I do have a caddy.
When you make a cup of tea
I hope you'll always think of me
But I don't know what eventually happened to the caddy spoon. Probably inherited by a second cousin's daughter. I just use an ordinary teaspoon, though I do have a caddy.
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