Tea. Cosy. [Assignment 21]

It was my turn today to host the weekly meeting of the Music Group I'm involved in. Usually, the first to arrive (and equally usually in such a punctual manner that he'll wait outside in his car until precisely 1.00 pm, our scheduled assembly time), is Tony, one of the founders of the group and the elder statesman among our members, but there was no sign of him up until 2.30, and one of the guys who arrived around then (he's the opposite of Tony, always a late-comer) told us he'd spoken to Tony and that he was unwell, suffering from vertigo, most probably brought on by an inner-ear infection.

As well as acting as DJ and deciding the order in which brought-along music is played, the host of the day lays on tea/coffee and biscuits. Some time ago I'd bemoaned the fact that when I made tea it was never as hot as when other hosts did it, and wondered if a tea cosy would help improve things. Tony was adamant that this would indeed be the solution. I left it at that, and made a mental note to invest in a cosy for the following month (I host once a month, on the second Saturday). Imagine my surprise and delight when Tony arrived for the subsequent session in my place and handed me 'a little something' as he called it -- this tea cosy!

Seeing the tea cosy when I got back from our after-session pub session reminded me of Tony. Now I must remember to phone him during the coming week to see how he is.