Sunday Afternoons....

Should always be spent very chilled, a small shopping trip for some delectable treats, coming home for cups of tea and cake on pretty cake stands where we all huddle around cackling like the witches of eastwick drinking out of floral cups and the prettiest plates with doilies on covered in crumbs & jam in the aftermath of devouring such esquisite culinary skills lovingly prepared homemade in our kitchen. My sunday has been blissfully quaint and quintessentially english.