Tea time

I took my grandmother out for tea on Friday afternoon. She's been in and out of hospital since the start of May and has been in a nursing home to rehabilitate enough to come home since the start of July, so she has been quite isolated from real life and in dire need of distractions.

I took her to a tea room-cum-porcelain/antique shop in the nearby suburb of Ivanhoe and after she polished off some scones, I was able to rearrange all of the tables and chairs and push the wheelchair around the shop to show her all the china!



Nan had scones- one date, one Devonshire-



and a pot of Earl Grey to wash it down.



I ate a butterfly cake (like an uninced cupcake with 'wings' cut out of the top to make a hole you fill with jam and cream and then wedge the 'wings' into)



and sipped a Coke Spider for energy (it's very tiring hefting a wheelchair in and out of the car and steering it over steps while holding the door open with your behind, not to mention later rearranging the furniture!).

We enjoyed ourselves so much that I have resolved to embark on a regular Friday visit to the tea room for Nan and I- some quality 'girl' time away from my father and grandfather where we can coo over hundred-year-old doilies.