scones. lots of scones.
The truth is that after scone number 3 I was sort of ready to move on to other things. But I knew my days in London were minimal. And with Ramadan looming right around the corner (emphasis on looming!) I decided to adopt a no-regrets policy while on holiday.
Which was great, because now I have no regrets. Except that my skin is currently paying the price of my indulgence.
And I also cannot look at or think about jam right now without cringing just a little bit.
The funny thing is that I sort of knew Ali was at his limit with the whole tea scene as well. But come 5:30 pm it was just understood that it was time to do a bit of research on Yelp to find a fabulous place for the whole overpriced set up.
So really, the remarkable thing about this whole situation isn’t how many scones I ate in 6 days. It also isn’t the fact that I managed to eat three meals a day on top of the afternoon tea.
What’s really remarkable is the fact that my husband and I? We were On The Same Page for a change.