For The Price of a Cup of Tea

Although I fought off my jet lag for just about long enough to sample a pint of warm beer in an olde English pub the other night (seriously old, it was built in 1180), my first real outing (ie; one where I wasn't falling asleep) was to a coffee shop within a fabric store.


I bought lace, drank tea and ate a scone with cream and jam. You know, when in Rome, and all that.