English tea

One of Natasha's requests was to go for British tea so we all went and did just that one afternoon. The scene was quintessentially British: low ceilings, old tea room, scones, toast, tea, jam, ladies, tolerant husbands, clinking teacups, and then Daniel's voice suddenly booming out to the waitress, "Are these milkshakes made like in the yew-ess?". We had to share the story to explain why we still wear bags over our heads in the neighborhood. Here is a picture of Natasha and the remarkably adorable Jillian who never seemed to tire of being lifted in the air and swirled in circles...