The Cornish Bakery is hopping and popping today. It is Friday, a Changeover day, which means everybody changes cottages, and there are lots of lady tourists heaving bags along Fore Street. Fore Street by now is an enormous human beehive, buzzing around in and out of shops and avoiding seagull dive bombings. Some of the lady tourists come into the Cornish Bakery, hoping to snag the only comfortable seat in the joint. But I am already in it (heehee).
I sit here with a laptop and an Americano, watching the customers. They are consuming lovely chocolate twists, croissants, chocolate croissants, sweet pasties, sausage rolls, custard tarts, and cinnamon buns. I am not having any of these delights because I did have them each and every morning for the first week - until I no longer recognized my pants.
I have left the wonderful 1950's cottage with all its beautiful colors and retro gear. That is sad, but the place I am going to today is so smashing that I can't even be sad. The best part of the new cottage is that it will be populated by my friends! Two of them (friend Rosie and her Ted) are driving right now, as I write. And the other one is the first one's sister whom we call Our Em. (Ted calls them the 'Budgies'). She is on a train from London, but had not yet had a cup of tea by 4:00pm. Great Scott! This is tragic because everyone knows that British people must have an immediate cup of tea when they are on long train trips. What's this world coming to?
We four have met in this fashion every year since 2013. Actually... there was one year, 2020, when they came but I didn't. Couldn't. Guess why. It was during Covid when leaders of the G7 met in Carbis Bay and had to all stand 6 meters apart. Their meeting caused no end of interest and madness, especially to the tourists. It included President Trump,THE QUEEN and Prime Minister! and a few other very important persons. My friends were sad I was not there, but happy because it was so intriguing. You never knew whom you might see, or if the police would let you go places you weren't really allowed. They were amazingly jolly policemen. And the police themselves had a blast because they felt as if it were really a holiday and not a job.
Well, I am all done with this blog post now but not with all the visiting, eating, walking, shopping, and cups of tea that lies ahead.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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