Hangman's Supper

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

The way plane travel is working these days, it's obvious that it's far from a sure deal. True to form, yesterday afternoon, I asked my mother and sister to High Tea at the Windsor Arms. Take it as a Last Supper, of sorts.

I love High Tea... fresh buttery scones slathered with clotted cream, yummy quiches and tarts, slim elegant sandwiches.

What a way to go... Wish me luck.

Windsor Arms High Tea
Mother condescending to glance at cowering quiche