It was smooth and slightly heavy and its shiny mouth was deep enough to hold a sizeable sip of tea. It was not extremely shallow or thin like some that pass for teaspoons. It’s shapely heavy head flowed into a long, sleek contoured edge. It was a beautiful teaspoon, it was. When one picked it up and felt it one realised it was worthy of sipping tea from.
I met a responsible teaspoon yesterday.
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