Imagine sitting in a quiet little tea shop in London, pouring your self a cup, sitting in a nice wingback chair, leather, old English style, an antique now days, yet comfortable.
The economy has been difficult, but English tradition of tea time, while fading, and becoming more expensive, is worth keeping. It’s reminiscent of peaceful days.
You’ve just finished up collecting your Oxford wingtip shoes from the local shop, the cognac color commands a smart, confident excellence. This is England after all.
You think back to your Anglo Saxon ancestry, and how it built all this around you, things around Mayfair are an elegance, the carpentry, the architecture, the glass work, all of it. A true testament to modern civilization, with the added respect to the past. The last resistance to global modernization, feeling a little prideful is alright from time to time.
You remember sitting here, during your childhood, all family members present.
You remember, the laughter, not too loud, as to not cause a commotion as other people were there too, enjoying their Sunday morning tea, smiling and laughing as well, it was a community event back then, everyone seemed to know everyone.
You remember Mr Humphrey, trying to sneak an extra crumpet, being caught by his wife, he knows he needs to cut back, the room softly laughs at his folly, he was 63 years old. A stalwart member of the community. He was always kind.
You smile, a small tear of joy for this moment of nostalgia. Better days to come, better days to come..
You look up from your tea, a stir outside the window. You go to investigate.
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