You disgust me

Being in Devon I found it necessary to have Devonshire Tea at various establishments. Some were very mediocre and some were disgustingly disgusting in a good way. The best was at a little village called Dunmore outside of Exeter. 

That is not butter it’s cream, a whole pot for 2 scones. I turned to the waitress, who by the way was wearing lycra cycling pants, and said “you disgust me….for bringing me this delicious Devonshire tea”.

While we were in the village an opportunity for a “famous places with ears” shot presented itself.

I know you’re thinking, what about your knees, never fear the local ladies had made individual kneeling cushions. Which brings me to the observation that I was the youngest person in all the places I went bar London. I think all the young people are in Australia vomiting on our streets.