Whipped

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.