A not-very-cheerful thought for Valentine’s Day from LIFE magazine (12 February 1940).
But don’t worry, hopeful spinsters. It could be worse. You could be living in the mid-19th century and feeling really miserable!
Radio Times (via ununpentium)
Cumberlords a-leaping!
Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea, I thought as I watched Miss Statham filling the heavy tea-pot. We had all had our supper, or were supposed to have had it, and were met together to discuss the arrangements for the Christmas bazaar. Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look. “Do we need tea?” she echoed. “But Miss Lathbury…” She sounded puzzled and distressed, and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind.
I mumbled something about making a joke and that of course one needed tea always, at every hour of the day and night.