You chaps really are so uncouth. Nanny always called afternoon tea 'tiffin', when she was raising one as a child.
Did you have "elevenses" with Winnie-the-Pooh?
You chaps really are so uncouth. Nanny always called afternoon tea 'tiffin', when she was raising one as a child.
Did you have "elevenses" with Winnie-the-Pooh?
ere, that's our hovel and we ain't gonna have you besmirch our good name by calling it a den.I hope you are not suggesting anything improper! One never knows when the respondent is one of those dreadful chaps who frequent that den of iniquity, The Bikewrenchers.
I have no idea what times the meals are served they just are...like magic.
Breakfast is on the sideboard whenever I get up.
Carstairs strikes "1st gong" to remind us to put down the GnT and get dressed. Second gong is that they are ready to serve when we are all sat down. Normally around 7.30 ish.....
As for tea....i will ask cook which goes in first.#
# as i no longer allowed to talk to the maid after that terrible misunderstanding involving a slightly buttery toasting fork handle......unfortunate......
Anyway, must dash.....off drag hunting......will I will leave that just there....
They may seem a skittish but I've found that a Bluetooth speaker stashed in the treeline with Cher - Dark Lady playing usually gets them out of the woodworks, projecting themselves into my nets with a glamorous twirl.I do hope you have a big net. remember though, that all drag in the UK is catch and release, do try not to harm them, they are a wonderful species with fantastic plumage at this time of year.
Try not to swallow, it is not really gentlemanly, far better to snowball and share the love.