So as I deliver tea to her table she says: do I know you? You look familiar?
I said I didn't think so. There was an awkward pause which forced me to speak. I mentioned a handful of places I've lived in case one hit the mark.
She shook her head.
"No," she said, "I think you've just got a common face."
Wednesday 30 May 2012
Tuesday 29 May 2012
As old as you feel.
It's a big weekend coming up. And not just for Her Majesty.
On Saturday Abi and Mike are getting married and we're serving their guests canapés while they have their photos taken in the Court.
On Sunday The William Byrd Singers are performing in the Church and we're serving them all lunch.
For the four day weekend we're offering hampers to those who'd like to picnic in the Court but don't want to make the sandwiches.
And my dad's coming in to help clear tables and wash up.
That's always interesting.
He tells everyone: "not bad for an 86 year old, eh?".
He's 77.
On Saturday Abi and Mike are getting married and we're serving their guests canapés while they have their photos taken in the Court.
On Sunday The William Byrd Singers are performing in the Church and we're serving them all lunch.
For the four day weekend we're offering hampers to those who'd like to picnic in the Court but don't want to make the sandwiches.
And my dad's coming in to help clear tables and wash up.
That's always interesting.
He tells everyone: "not bad for an 86 year old, eh?".
He's 77.
Monday 28 May 2012
Long may the hat stay on
A really lovely weekend. Lots of people, lots of sunshine, lots of laughter.
Hot. But we didn't dare complain in case April returned. We just drank lots of hot tea.
Soup was relegated but folks still wanted jacket potatoes which wrong footed me on Friday. I decided not to cook any. Didn't think they'd be wanted and didn't want the oven overheating us. I'm not making that mistake again.
We've had fab comments about the food, the scones, the garden.
A man told us: I am seventy years old and that's the best ham and cheese sandwich I've ever had.
More days like these please.
Hot. But we didn't dare complain in case April returned. We just drank lots of hot tea.
Soup was relegated but folks still wanted jacket potatoes which wrong footed me on Friday. I decided not to cook any. Didn't think they'd be wanted and didn't want the oven overheating us. I'm not making that mistake again.
We've had fab comments about the food, the scones, the garden.
A man told us: I am seventy years old and that's the best ham and cheese sandwich I've ever had.
More days like these please.
Wednesday 23 May 2012
No vest required.
I had forgotten what it feels like.
To feel really warm.
To be really busy.
To need the fans on in the kitchen and the serving area.
To have almost* every customer sitting outside.
To raise the parasols over the tables.
We served SO many Lightwood cheddar ploughmans it became a bit of a production line. Freda made up the salads and added the king of cheeses. I was on filling ramekins: 1 with homemade coleslaw, 1 with pickle, 1 with silverskin onions. Then all that's left to fit onto the plate are the crisps and the cottage roll.
Light lunch? Pah.
*3 ladies chose the warm confines of the main tearoom for their Asparagus and Dolcelatte quiche.
To feel really warm.
To be really busy.
To need the fans on in the kitchen and the serving area.
To have almost* every customer sitting outside.
To raise the parasols over the tables.
We served SO many Lightwood cheddar ploughmans it became a bit of a production line. Freda made up the salads and added the king of cheeses. I was on filling ramekins: 1 with homemade coleslaw, 1 with pickle, 1 with silverskin onions. Then all that's left to fit onto the plate are the crisps and the cottage roll.
Light lunch? Pah.
*3 ladies chose the warm confines of the main tearoom for their Asparagus and Dolcelatte quiche.
Saturday 19 May 2012
Suspicious minds
Customer, pointing to her plate of Lightwood Cheddar ploughmans: Is that meat?
Me: That's our homemade coleslaw.
Customer: I can see pink in there (so raw meat then?)
Me: That's the red cabbage.
Today we have twelve cyclists booked in for lunch.
They're arriving by tandem.
Me: That's our homemade coleslaw.
Customer: I can see pink in there (so raw meat then?)
Me: That's the red cabbage.
Today we have twelve cyclists booked in for lunch.
They're arriving by tandem.
Tuesday 15 May 2012
PPPick up a Picnic
This is much better.
A great weekend of sunshine and visitors from all over including two Americans who asked if we had a "to-go box" when they couldn't finish all the cakes on their tiered stand. We had some grease proof paper, cling film and a box the ice cream comes in? Yes, that'll do.
I am plotting hampers for Jubilee weekend. English Heritage is promoting Witley Court as the ideal place to come and picnic so we're going to offer to do the hard work and all folks have to do is bring a rug. I'm hoping Julian, Dick, Anne, George and Timmy turn up.
And obviously the sun had better make an appearance.
A great weekend of sunshine and visitors from all over including two Americans who asked if we had a "to-go box" when they couldn't finish all the cakes on their tiered stand. We had some grease proof paper, cling film and a box the ice cream comes in? Yes, that'll do.
I am plotting hampers for Jubilee weekend. English Heritage is promoting Witley Court as the ideal place to come and picnic so we're going to offer to do the hard work and all folks have to do is bring a rug. I'm hoping Julian, Dick, Anne, George and Timmy turn up.
And obviously the sun had better make an appearance.
Wednesday 9 May 2012
It started as a slow but lovely day. People coming in twos and fours, chatting, eating, drinking. We always had something to do. But plenty of time to do it.
Then.
I looked out of the window in time to see a wave of pink lycra arriving.
Another peloton of cyclists, this time all female, had come all the way from Birmingham. They had soup and panini before grabbing their helmets and peddling off again in the rain.
Now I REALLY love cyclists.
Then.
I looked out of the window in time to see a wave of pink lycra arriving.
Another peloton of cyclists, this time all female, had come all the way from Birmingham. They had soup and panini before grabbing their helmets and peddling off again in the rain.
Now I REALLY love cyclists.
Tuesday 8 May 2012
Within wheels
I have decided that I love cyclists.
They have been utterly brilliant to us over the past few days.
To start with, both groups we've entertained recently came in to tell me days in advance that they would be coming.
And when they did turn up they ate. And ate. And ate. Because they can.
On Sunday one man had a Coke, a slice of banana, maple and pecan loaf and THREE pieces of millionaire's shortbread. There wasn't a spare ounce of flesh on him.
The next man had two scones with jam and cream and asked if I had any WD40 as he only had two gears. Whatever that meant. For some odd reason I do have a can of the stuff and got a big smile when I produced it.
Today fourteen cyclists arrived, filled the conservatory with Lycra and ate lunches which seemed mainly to involve tuna.
To those who've cycled down that bumpy path to fill up on tea and cake in this wet drought, I salute you.
They have been utterly brilliant to us over the past few days.
To start with, both groups we've entertained recently came in to tell me days in advance that they would be coming.
And when they did turn up they ate. And ate. And ate. Because they can.
On Sunday one man had a Coke, a slice of banana, maple and pecan loaf and THREE pieces of millionaire's shortbread. There wasn't a spare ounce of flesh on him.
The next man had two scones with jam and cream and asked if I had any WD40 as he only had two gears. Whatever that meant. For some odd reason I do have a can of the stuff and got a big smile when I produced it.
Today fourteen cyclists arrived, filled the conservatory with Lycra and ate lunches which seemed mainly to involve tuna.
To those who've cycled down that bumpy path to fill up on tea and cake in this wet drought, I salute you.
Monday 7 May 2012
Rain respite
It was back to normal yesterday. Sunshine, folks sitting outside, kids playing in the garden.
I could almost forget it's been raining were it not for the muddy tyre tracks the milk van left last week.
We had three separate sets of people from California. But they must be glad to see a bit/lot of rain, surely?
Some lovely exchanges this weekend:
A boy of about 7 with his family looked around and said: "this is quite old fashioned, isn't it?". His brother, older by about 2 years and clearly wise added: "and really nice".
Yesterday as we were closing up people were arriving for a recital in the Church. A man hurried in: "Bach has an effect on me," he said, "Can I use your loo?"
I could almost forget it's been raining were it not for the muddy tyre tracks the milk van left last week.
We had three separate sets of people from California. But they must be glad to see a bit/lot of rain, surely?
Some lovely exchanges this weekend:
A boy of about 7 with his family looked around and said: "this is quite old fashioned, isn't it?". His brother, older by about 2 years and clearly wise added: "and really nice".
Yesterday as we were closing up people were arriving for a recital in the Church. A man hurried in: "Bach has an effect on me," he said, "Can I use your loo?"
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