Today is my 30th birthday. Something I am coming to terms with. I know that it is not old. By any means. And I have been told by friends and family alike that "life begins at 30". I sincerely hope so. My slight melancholy was lifted yesterday by The Beard.
And the surprise Afternoon Tea he had booked...
Where the devil is that train?
Ah. Swish and suave.
I loathe mince pies. But it would have been rude not to nom it. So I did.
In this shot I appear to be showing less than the 1940's decorum I usually like to display. My apologies. If you happen to have noticed the dress - its an eBay purchase.
Little mini, but surprisingly filling, sarndviches.
Plenty petit four. I have a suspicion that I have spelt that wrong.
Nom nom nom
These ones tasted a little like perfume.
So I took the taste away with some scones. Warm ones.
And that which we could not finish, we got to take home!