It started out like any other morning. I got up, bleary, wandered down the stairs in
need of tea. I boiled the water. I pulled down the box of Typhoo and plucked
out a bag, deposited it in the pot, with the string and tag depending out. Then… I went to pour the water in. And, for some reason, I did so over the
sink. I suppose I was trying to avoid
drippage of water onto the counter (I usually put a towel under my tea pot to catch
drips).

It didn’t survive.
I was reduced to “by the cup” for several days.
Several dark days.