London, United Kingdom, September 02, 2008 --(
PR.com)-- This is an exclusive preview from Ni Bell's new E-book, The Afternoon Tea. Avaliable from Ni Bell's Offical Website & lulu.com
By the end of the afternoon, nobody really cared very much for the cucumber sandwiches or even for the soft Victoria sponge cake that Aunt Martha had made. Tea was in fact consumed in gallons it seemed, the traditional English resolution to any state of affairs. And it was been executed right on queue with appropriate aplomb. Polite conversation was been made with quick and expected references to the weather and how unfortunate the rain had been in stopping play at Wimbledon this year, and how the down pour had also ruined Mr. Simpson’s parsnips; who lived down the street with his cats and his cousin Vladimir. Granddads Arthur and George were muttering away in a corner sat in high backed padded red leather chairs between the unseemly large widescreen TV and a medium size aquarium in the living room. Although the tank was brimming with water and the bubbles were bubbling, the solitary glum looking fish was not bubbling at anything. Piled high on the sofa opposite Granddads Arthur and George were hats, coats, scarf’s and even someone’s pair of very hole impaired socks. Cousin Agnes was floating in between the guests with a large brown Beatty tea pot, refilling where needed, exchanging the same comments on the weather and the rain at Wimbledon and not forgetting the ruined parsnips at Mr. Simpson’s. Cousin Agnes always had a smile as she went along interjecting...
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