Jane Marple and I are having tea together at Bertram's Hotel this afternoon.
She showed me her breakfast tray they bring to her each morning in her room. Darling!
I shall keep an eye out for one like this with legs and a sloped edge. I wonder what you call that? I'm so woefully uneducated about the finer things!
Adam is making bread in the middle of my adventure with Jane. Makes it hard to concentrate on Bertram's Hotel, with that aroma wafting through the house.