Scones, Strawberries & Sleepy Smiles

by Sukruti Anah

Warm toasted scone halves pop out of the toaster as my Twinings Everyday quietly brews. The cool knife slides into the pot of thick clotted cream and gently paints the scones a melancholic shade of ivory. The Great British Summer (if there is one) then rolls out a few blushing strawberries. Even though the sun hides behind the dark grey clouds, my cup of tea will keep me warm and my dollops of cream will keep me happy.

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