When I was a little girl there was nothing I used to love more than waking up before my mum on a Saturday morning and being 'the tea fairy'. I used to carefully make a pot of tea, set the tray with the pot, strainer, 2 tea cups and saucers. Sometimes, for the want of real flowers, I would roll pieces of paper into rose shapes and tie the ends with one of my hair ribbons and spray them with a little of my body shop 'tea rose' perfume. I would carefully carry this tray up to my mum and dads room and proudly place it on the floor next to their bed. I'm sure it probably annoyed the hell out of my mum and dad who would have preferred a lie in but it was a special thing I liked to do.
And so it seems does Rebe, although this morning she took it to new heights and made cakes before I was up.
When I got down stairs I found the kitchen door firmly closed with these notices taped onto them:
'If you want a cofy tell my and I will make one with hot water from the tap'
'doo not come in bkus (bakers) tidying! OK'
I was allowed to sit and knit in the living room and was brought my coffee (thankfully made with water from the kettle not the hot tap) until the bakers had cleaned the kitchen and set the table:
Hope you had a lovely day too :-)