Had a high tea today with two of my oldest friends. Sandwiches, tiny quiches, scones, fruit, cupcake-sized apple pies, piles of sweet stuff (like brownies and macarons) and several pots of tea. All delicious, of course. And overabundant.
Anybody who’s ever in Middelburg, Zeeland: Honey Pie, cutest place ever. Their outdoor sitting area is on a boat surrounded by pink geraniums, there’s a sheep on one of the tables and they have about a dozen different toilet roll holders in the loo.
(They also have a sign that says: “A person who is nice to you but is not nice to the waiter is not a nice person,” which I totally agree with. Plus, there was a decorative mobile made of small pieces of paper claiming all sorts of things, including the fact that there are more chickens on this earth than there are people.)
Hi guys! I had two weeks of sightseeing (for instance the multicoloured sands of Roussillon, and the Roman theatre in Orange, where a cat was sleeping on the counter in the gift shop) and ice cream (not always in the usual shape)…
You know, considering how many evil supervillains regularly scape from WOOHP’s maximum security prison, you’d think they’d, I dunno, hire smarter guards or something?