Birthday Scones and The Oblivious

Me, Fiance at the scone cafe.

I had a birthday last week…

We celebrated in high style – me wearing ear warmers and rolled-round-the-bed-hair – eating buttered strawberry jam and cream laden scones and tiny sandwiches Oscar would surely delight in (he never got the chance!). John was hardly sensible – what’s new? – and caught a cold from wearing only a t-shirt.

Me: Darling aren’t you cold in just that t-shirt?

John: No, I’m Canadian!

Today he declares he has man-flu, something us women can only fear of catching. Though in reality we impossibly can’t. (It’s ‘man-flu’).

Mum eats like a bird – but one with a sugar addiction.

Mum eating a cake.

Poor Oscar Dandelion (not his fictional self) missed out on any sandwich filling but the real Daisy Elizabeth was surely a lucky tortoise when we brought home the leftover lettuce leaves.

I’m taking my trusty chariot out more now (fold up mobility scooter that goes in the back of the car). I was anxious that the venue would be more assault course than cafe but I managed to squeeze the chariot through two tables of people – even though there was this one person who was oblivious to my needs and just sat there with her back to me. Her husband – half her size – gallantly tried lifting her chair up! And got increasingly aggressive when my chariot didn’t bolt through like a Ferrari. What did he expect of a humble mobility scooter?

But we- chariot and I – made it safely through the bottleneck and parked in the generous corner near our table. Luckily the fire exit wasn’t needed otherwise…

A tower of cakes and sandwiches on high rise plates.

Thanks Mum, for a nice day out. 🙂

If you’re wondering who Steff is, it’s me – my first name being Stephanie 😉 .

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Copyright Faith McCord 2016

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