Oh Sylvia Plath!to have tea, just you and me.

I was thinking today somewhere between boiling the kettle and staring out a the grey clouds looming,
That boiling the kettle to make tea for Sylvia Plath would be a super wonderful thing.
I suddenly had one of those movie-esque moments, where Sylvia and i would be in our poodle dresses, with curlers in our hair, volumes of poetry spread out in chaos all over the floor,We would share cigarettes, pour sneaky tots of whiskey in our Royal Albert tea- cups, and talk and talk about everything and anything.