There is only one thing against living in a 18 th Century cottage and that in Winter, even in full daylight , the place can suddenly look gloomy and very dark.. This is what the living room looks like at 10 am
It's so miserable that all four dogs with Albert in tow, have taken themselves off to bed.
Chris is still working in London this morning and will be taking his mother to the Ritz for tea. The two of us went a few years back and all I remember was that The scones balanced upon their silver cake stand were ten times smaller than Auntie Glad's and that everything was brightly lit, shiney and " bling"
Looking back on things the experience of tea at the Ritz was a little over facing but quite magical in as much just occasionally it's nice to do something out of your comfort zone.
Having said that, don't go to the Ritz tearoom hungry.....you'll bloody well leave hungry.
This morning, in the gloom of Black Friday, I had a large cheerful slice of fruit pie for breakfast
Christine from Chapel Street called yesterday, she had made me one as a treat and with a strong cup of coffee from my thick american coffee mug, it was as good, if not better than anything I had eaten in the Ritz Palm court.