Wednesday, July 27, 2011
A spot of tea.
But I'd never been inside their house. So this afternoon, when they invited us in, I said yes.
I did pre-warn them: "You know my kids are going to touch everything, right?"
The reply" 'Don't worry love, we dont have anything expensive for them to break".
We walked inside, they put on the kettle, asked me how I took my tea (black with no sugar, thanks for asking), and a packet of biscuits appeared on a sweet little serving dish as if by magic.
My mr2yo needed the bathroom, so I took him.
We finished in the bathroom, and walked back out into their kitchen, to find miss4yo playing with a basket of toys, explained to be the great-grandchildren's stash that is brought out when they come to visit.
Then miss4yo needed the bathroom, so I took her.
We finished in the bathroom (again), and walked back out to the kitchen to find mr2yo playing his version of 'snap' with some well-loved cards he'd found. I sat at the table with my friend, sipping tea from a gorgeous teacup, with a saucer (!), and eating Shortbread creams.
It was a lovely afternoon, and I'm glad that I accepted their invitation in for tea instead of returning inside my house to whatever 'important' thing I would have done otherwise.