My mother is always looking for an excuse to use her fine china so she holds tea parties for her grandchildren when they have a birthday. She bakes all morning and then sets out the delicate china. She even, from places known only to her, manages to find heart shaped, pastel coloured sugar "cubes".
Even Henry enjoys these rituals. He gets his own small tea cup and saucer and ever so gently lifts it his delicate little lips. Then he slurps down the tea until he gets to the undissolved sugar at the bottom. Then he runs his fingers around the bottom of it to get every last grain.
This latest party was to honour my niece who turned thirteen and was last year Dux of her school.
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