We took Carrie to an ‘afternoon tea’. None of us are fancy people so we looked at the waiters funny when they wanted to take our coats and when they put the napkins on our laps for us. You get little finger sandwiches and pastries with your tea. I don’t know the first thing about tea but I drank it anyway. This weekend was not about me. I’m sure the wait staff was in the back making fun of or cursing the stupid Americans.
The mound of pastries
Can’t take me nowhere. I swear the teapot was defective and leaked that big stain on the tablecloth.