"I knew deep down in my belly that tea cosies are funny. But I learned the SECRET of the tea cosy when I met Joan. She brought her own tea cosy along to a book event to show me. It was stained and threadbare but she held that thing to her bosom like it was the most precious thing in the world and she told me a story.
Joan's grandmother had knitted the tea cosy with her own young hands when she was a new bride. Her grandmother had used it every day of her married life and when she died, Joan's mother had taken the cosy and used it too and now that she was dead, it was Joan's. That funny old thing was almost eighty years old and it was filled with all the love and memories of three life times."