Afternoon tea

At the art gallery today was a Friends of meeting which had laid out the afternoon tea to end all afternoon teas. Hundreds of dainty bone china tea cups, and even this neatly labelled cream. All that was missing was Miss Marple, though some of the ladies could have passed for the elderly detective...
Much to their puzzlement, I just had to snap this in Martin Parr style, explaining how lovely their teacups were. I don't think the collected Marples were entirely convinced by this...
I slipped away before they decided it was me wot did it...