Wednesdays with H.

Just a glimpse of my friend, who I spend Wednesday afternoons with.

She didn't feel like going out for tea and a "fine piece" today, as we usually do. It was snowing and sleeting, too slippy under foot. So I popped out and did some shopping for her, then we had our tea and cake at home.

I do love being in her home, it feels like going back to visiting with my Gran or her friends when I was a child. She has the same doilies, anti-macassars and Royal
Albert tea service that every old lady seemed to have in the 1970s. [