Storm in a teacup: memoirs of a tea lady. Chapter 17

Teddy and I had only been married a short time, one week, when he confessed  with tears in his eyes that he was tired of drinking tea and wanted to installed an electric  cappuccino making machine in our modest kitchen.  I was gutted.  During our brief courtship I’d never seen this hidden side of Teddy. The inner Barista in him had been lying dormant.  But now here it was out in the open, my beloved husband was a coffee enthusiast.  Feeling betrayed I return to my mother’s even more modest abode on the outskirts of Wattlebird. My mother sat me down, held my hand as she offered me these wise words of marital advice—“stable relationships are for horses.”