Tuesday 8 December 2015

Storm in a teacup:memoirs of a tea lady. Chapter 13



 Chapter 13.

Mother kept to her bed while I continued to work as a tea lady.  I was beginning to become quite skilled at serving tea.  In each hand, I could now carry three cups of tea on saucers.  As a special party trick I could even balance a teacup, filled with tea, on my head! Things were looking up.  People were no longer asking after my mother.  Buoyed by my success I began to juggle teacups and plates into the air.   I entertained thoughts of going into show business.  But in the dead of night, away from the limelight, the voice of commonsense spoke to me, “pack it in.”
                So I packed away my dreams.
                I focused on my career as a tea lady.
 But in a spirit of defiance I became a closet crockery juggler, and a pretty good one, if I do say so myself.