During a discussion with my flatmates recently, I told everyone in attendance that no matter what happens when I go home, she'll always end up making pretty much all the cups of tea for everybody else because she loves making sure everyone is properly fed and watered. I even went so far as to predict that even if I tried, she'd still end up making more cups of tea than me when I next visit.
They say that no one understands a good cup of tea quite like the British. Well I can certainly vouch for that as I love a good cuppa. I never start my day without one, I dunk a biscuit into one as the perfect antidote when I'm feeling down, I warm my hands on one on a cold Winter's day, and when I wake up with a hangover on a Sunday morning, my only cure is to make one.
As afternoon teas go, I've had some truly horrendous experiences, some especially wonderful experiences and some in between; afternoon tea at The Soho Hotel, was charmingly decadent and very much a wonderful experience.
When it's scorching outside, a part of me knows there's a group of very overheated design graduates setting up for yet another year of the New Designers exhibition. Whether it's purely down to the weather or just the 3,500 excited students in one building, the heat is cooled by the refreshing perspective on design that awaits inside.