One ‘hell’ of an afternoon tea
I LOVE afternoon tea and am beginning to consider myself quite the connoisseur. From nibbling sandwiches at The Ritz to drinking fizz at Harvey Nichols, I have indulged in many afternoon teas over the past few years and as a result I have high standards. High standards indeed. A bit like men, I expect them to deliver, to have the wow factor, to amuse and make me smack my lips