Day Twenty-Six: Just call me Lady Newton

Sometimes something happens in your life and you just have a moment of realisation - this is who I am, and this is what I was made for. This happened to me today, during today's challenge. After my evening at the spa last night, today we went out for Afternoon Tea, at a very prestigious venue, and I realised through both activities that my eyes had been opened to a new way of life from which I would never be able to turn away. 

The Afternoon Tea experience at Betty's in York is, I'm sure, very pleasant, but I wouldn't know because we weren't in the normal Betty's room at York. We were UPSTAIRS. That's right, upstairs. We walked right past the riff-raff lining up in their queue (ha ha - as if you queue to get in places), right past the downstairs cafe room with the triangle sandwiches (ha ha - as if you eat triangle sandwiches), and swanned up the stairs into the vast and exquisite dining room of the exclusive upstairs room, where a pianist welcomed us with her light, melodic twinkling of the ivories, and the bowtied staff greeted us with the respect we expected from our inferiors. 

The food itself was delectable - light, creamy chocolate mousse encased in red icing-dust, the subtle flavours of coronation chicken given a new, fresh twist for a delicious sandwich - and all served with the right degree of pomp and ceremony. We could choose from three pages of tea blends, which were all served in beautifully dainty and ornate tea cups accompanied with silver milk jugs. 

I would not, however, recommend this experience to you, oh humble reader. I'm not sure that you would appreciate the fine dining experience, or that you would feel comfortable in such lovely surroundings. By all means try out the downstairs Betty's Afternoon Tea, but I think that's probably where your sights should settle. Leave the upstairs to me, and my new, higher class contemporaries.