The Tea Brick…

The teller of the tale...

Sat in the relative warmth of the bakery, whilst lashing rain flooded the pot holes of a certain London square, the ebb and flow of conversation was somewhat introspective.  It was a French bakery, and whilst none were eaten, a tray of Madeline’s lay on the counter beyond where the two friends sat ‘catching up.’  Sad news shone a spot light on the eventfulness of recent years and brought focus to the present; on creative endeavours and writing.  A tale of a tea brick, purchased from Twinings flagship store 216 Strand, was shared.  It was a poignant hour.