Tuesday, 25 April 2017


We began what we thought would be a normal Tuesday.
How wrong could we be?
By 11.15 we had a queue of people wanting coffees and cakes.
Then lunches.
Mainly panini and jacket potatoes - the items which take the longest to prepare. Natch.
It was that bane of our lives - the unexpected coach party. I could have cried.
I asked one couple where they'd traveled from?
"We're all from Cheltenham," she answered, "all former employees of GCHQ".
Perhaps that's why they couldn't let us know they were coming....?

Saturday, 22 April 2017

Secret messages

We picked this up from a table in the conservatory.
It tells a great story.
People watching, uncertainty, surreptitious communication. Is she concerned she's doing it the wrong way? (I'm assuming it's written by a woman?) Or pointing out that someone else is?
More to the point I have handwriting envy.

Friday, 21 April 2017


Two pieces of lost property so far this season. 
I fear someone will be missing these little monkeys but we've had them for a few days now.

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Small world

One more story before I move on from the celebrity excitement.
I dropped in on Chris and Ashley to pay them for their honey. They invited me in to see their new extended living room, as yet unfurnished. I told them about Robert Plant's visit, how he had taken away a jar of their honey and what he had written in the visitors' book.
I thought they would be chuffed.
They were.
But they also rolled their eyes and laughed.
They had wanted a carpet fitted in the new living room last Friday. The carpet fitters couldn't do it. Why? Because they were fitting Mr Plant's new carpets that day...

Monday, 17 April 2017

Tea rooms log (big).

An extract from the visitors' book on Saturday. Robert Plant's "Excellent Honey! thanks" followed by the bride and groom signing as Mr and Mrs for the first time. 

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Cracked it

Eleven members of staff is the key to the Easter Bank Holiday.
It's only taken me seven years to figure that out.
Tomorrow will be the test...


Talk about dedication to duty.
Yesterday Charlotte (18) arrived for work saying she had had very vivid dreams about running out of cream (which must be whipped) and napkins (which must be folded).
She made sure we didn't run out of either.
Sometimes we run out at the worst times, whilst still in the throes of multiple cream teas. Stopping to whip and fold holds everything up.
So Charlotte folded napkins and hid them away on shelves so whenever we were low a new supply would appear. Litres and litres of double cream was whipped for scones.
Today we'll see whether she had a better night's sleep.