A cup of human kindness

Saturday morning, I woke up to find there was no milk in our flat. (Save a bottle of breastmilk in the fridge, but let’s not entertain that thought. Nope, too late.)

Simon was at work, and making the 10-minute walk to the shop at 7am seemed like a mountain too high for me to climb.

So I did what any self-respecting housewife would do in this situation: I texted my neighbour, and asked if I could borrow some.

“I’m desperate for a cup of tea,” I said, appealing to her British sensibilities.

She understood and, quick as she could, popped round in her jammies – an action which, I feel, is much more radical for a distinguished English lady than one of my American girlfriends – with her milky offering.  I thanked her profusely and took it to the kitchen, where I discovered the vessel she’d used made me happier than the milk itself:

I don’t think I have to say that I poured the milk into something else and used this cup for my morning tea (milk, one sugar). It was begging for it, really.

Author: Faith

Faith Dwight is a photographer and a writer. She is a Southern American girl living just north of London with her British husband, Simon and their two halfling sons.

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