In which G.M. Norton goes potty and overindulges somewhat.
As a decent sort of chap and all round good egg, you may not be surprised to learn that the old Norton of Morton mailbox is bombarded with all manner of missives.
Keen to be given the Norton of Morton seal of approval, quite a few of these electronic messages are from businesses who want me to write about them and their products in glowing terms. Naturally, I respond in my usual affable manner, advising them that I hold the readership of this periodical in the highest regard and I don’t just give centre stage to any old guff.
Earlier this year, I received a missive from the Dot Com Gift Shop. Not only had Norton of Morton made it onto their top fifteen list of vintage blogs but they offered me the chance to review a product or two.
Well, keeping an open mind, I toddled over to their webular gift site to give it a thorough inspection.
The online gift emporium has quite the array of interesting and unusual gifts, all priced rather reasonably. So far, so good.
Armed with pen and paper, I proceeded to jot down any items that caught my discerning eye. By the time I had finished, my hand was aching and the list was running into several pages. My word!
The item that I coveted most was a rather dazzling teapot. You may now be thinking, “But don’t you already have a teapot?” Well, no. I’m afraid to break it to you, dear reader, but the Norton of Morton residence has been teapot-less. I know! I can almost hear your gasp.
Keen to rectify this at once, I was practically skipping when I collected the Regency Rose teapot from the local post office. Stood outside in the pouring rain, I simply couldn’t help myself and ripped open the box to reveal this beauty.