The Bubble Revisited

In the begining there was a lamp post. And rain. But in the middle of the afternoon the sky turned clear and a clean sun brightened the tea. There is something wonderfully simple in a tea party in the garden. Slices of white bread with honey and cheese, tomatoes, ham, cucumber. Amusing tea time on a lazy sunny afternoon.
It rained a lot, though. Then was time for a fireside tea, playing chess on the rug. The day falling outside the windows, darker and darker while the rain beat on the house. But the bed was tempting and cosy and really, of all the wonderfully simple things, spooning was the best.
Once upon a time, there was a white house in Bubble Land. The house had a grandfather clock in the living room. The clock was broken. It stopped at tea time.
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