I’m a little teapot, short and stout.
Here is my handle (one hand on hip) and here is my spout (other arm out with elbow and wrist bent).
When I get all steamed up, hear me shout. Tip me up and pour me out (lean over towards spout).
Well folks, I bet that sparked some fond memories of nursery school.
But the day may come when your grandchildren’s grandchildren may never sing that song, as the humble teapot is falling from popularity.
It appears we’re all too fond of dunking a tea bag in a cup.
Teapot sales have fallen by 40 per cent over the past five years.
So the very British tradition of warming the teapot, putting the tea leaves in and letting it brew will just be a distant memory.
You need a cup of tea when you’re looking at the Lumps Fort beach huts, folks.
And yes, okay, I do have to admit they’re looking a bit better.
After I dissed them as dull and dingy, seafront manager David Evans recently told me they’ve had a makeover.
Now painted in bright red, blue, yellow and green, it’s definitely an improvement.
But they’re still not the picturesque pastels you see on seaside postcards.
Talking of Southsea, I counted 26 swans on Canoe Lake recently. Fabulous.
I haven’t seen so many swans there for about eight years.
But I am concerned that people are continuing to feed them bread, despite advice not to.
So I had a chat with the charming Peter from the city council’s parks department.
He assured me that people do read the one notice there warning them not to feed bread to the swans.
Yeah right! Over the years I’ve politely asked people feeding bread to the swans to stop as it can make them very ill.
And yep, I’ve been told to naff off.
As I live near Canoe Lake I will be keeping a watchful eye on this in future.