Rain and elevenses

Another lovely Saturday afternoon with three lovely friends. Tea sandwiches, quiche bites, scones with jam and clotted cream, madeleines, lavender cookies, strawberries, and a beautiful Victoria Sponge. (All this from ladies who may be very well able to keep a cook, but have no need of one because of their own culinary talents.) And of course, lots and lots of tea to accompany the food and conversation. Elevenses turned into a pleasant, late afternoon. Today we had the added delight of rain, a rare phenomena of late. What a blessing!

We now know with certainty whom in the group is Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced Boo-kay), and I'm sure one hasn't far to look to determine who is, alas, Daisy (with her very own Onslow, not in attendance at elevenses). That only leaves Rose and Violet . . . can you guess who fills those roles? (Not according anyone's husband the more vexing character flaws of Violet's Bruce, of course. Life does not precisely imitate art--there are no "sensitive" sons from our intimate little group, either, those amongst us with issue having had the good sense to produce intelligent and independent daughters.)

Until next time, au revoir.