'Mary! We have tea and cakes.' Called my friend in his charming Bedfordshire accent. 'I'll be there in three minutes.' Was my reply. I came down the tight, winding staircase that leads to the sitting room as carefully as I dared, opened the door and was greeted with three artisan-made sweets of cinnamon rolls, apple turnover and a type of tart with raspberry jam and a hint of coconut. Our daughter Alyssa, who had just arrived to begin her Spring semester abroad, sat munching and sipping. Our friends sat munching and sipping. My proper cup of good, strong, Taylor's "Yorkshire" tea sat waiting for me with a wisp of welcoming steam billowing from the top as if to say, 'Yes please. Sit. Stay a while...' And I did...
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