More Knitty Nelly

It is so ridiculously mild today that I wouldn't be surprised to see people picnicking on the grass in the Meadows, although it might be a bit soggy underfoot.
The sunshine is most welcome, despite highlighting household dust that would otherwise remain unnoticed. I could ignore it had I not invited some ladies of an even more certain age than I for afternoon tea today. This is not the kind of tea party that His Lordship could thole, but he is away on yonder hills, safely out of the way.

My mother's tea set is out, no mugs of tea for these octogenarians, nothing but the finest porcelain. There is a jug for milk, the teapot has been dusted off, butter and jam are in dishes, napkins and butter knives are out, while the scones of personality which have been in a frosty entombment since Sunday are defrosted and ready to be warmed. The sponge cake has risen to a dizzy height, and with its jam and cream filling, is fit to grace the table. Eat your heart out now, Mary Berry.

I had meant to blip the cake, but Ted and Mrs Rabbit wanted to model the outfit going through to Glasgow tomorrow for the, all-being- well, soon to be born youngest grandson.