Ah, the tea shops. She who must be obeyed and I, on vacation in jolly old, ventured into one. We were fascinated by a gentleman at the next table who finished his meal with a desert we had never before seen served in a restaurant. The waitress placed before him a candy bar (resembled an American Mars) on a small plate which he proceeded to cut with a knife and fork and ingest by conveying the loaded fork to his mouth with his left hand. We were fascinated!

We also were confused by the large butterknife, which appeared whenever a fish was the main course. She who ... tried buttering a roll with it, but decided it was too cumbersome (why did waiters keep coming by and whisper and peer?).

I think we have all the Rumpoles and other assorted Mortimer novels somewhere in the house.