I can vouch for the fact that a dreich February afternoon is much improved by afternoon tea with an unexpected cat thrown in for good measure. This particular feline rather sniffily accepted a stroke, but he wasn't moving for any annoying biped. I can't say I blame him because he'd nabbed himself the perfect warm spot in the hotel foyer. Us guests just perched on the sofa in the remaining space.....cats are supremely confident beings who always get the upper paw.
It was a lovely way to spend time indoors. As ever, our eyes were bigger than our tummies so I did that most unbritish of things and asked if we could take the rest of the cakes home with us so that they wouldn't be wasted. TYM had bought his Dad the afternoon tea voucher for his birthday last summer. David had saved it so that we could have a treat in the quieter months of the year. Perfect.
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