dropping by for tea
yesterday several people dropped by :: the Wendy House :: for tea on the way to, or from, cycle rides, wedding anniversaries, de-salinated dudes, and other more unmentionable doings.
People bought things as conversation pieces and talked about them and talked about sailing, fables. cuckoo clocks and the French. Urgghhhh, I realised 30 seconds before people other than LaCroix arrived, maybe the Bonzo Dog Doodah band wasn’t right musical accompanyment for an afternoon of tea and conversation with North Americans. LaCroix saved the afternoon…
Tea was consumed by the pot-load, green, white and a red (Rooibos, not really tea). Subtle (white) through to strong (Assam), with and without biscuits, dunkakable. I had a fabulous time. I must remember to ensure that my guest have a fabulous time too. Ooops. When the tea flows I’m accustomed to leaving enjoyment to fate…
Thankyou guestipoos, you know who you are, you were wonderful and frighteningly well turned-out too 
