It started badly.
The oven wouldn't stay lit. Mary and I tried 6, 7, 8 times and each time after 30 seconds there'd be a *pop* and the gas would blow out. I had visions of hundreds of Mothers, desperate for Afternoon Tea, being told there were NO SCONES and being disappointed in me. Because if there's one thing you want on a warm Mothering Sunday it's a freshly baked scone with cream. And jam.
I took the trays of unbaked scones home along the bumpy track.
I baked them in my tiny oven at too low a temperature.
They struggled to rise.
Anyway, it was an air lock. By the time I got back to the Tea Rooms the oven was laughing merrily at me and the next batch of scones was on its way.
We had a very busy day. By the end of lunchtime we had sold all the soup, all the jacket spuds, all the white bread and (a first for me) all the ham. That's good business, said a regular customer. No, I corrected, that's bad planning.
It's been a weekend full of surprises, trauma and lessons. I haven't even mentioned the flood from the new filter coffee machine.
And the environmental health man is coming tomorrow. Joy.
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