Having my cake and eating it.
Had one of those gastronomically glamorous weekends which took me from a late lunch at Wahaca to a delicious cocktail at Browns on Saturday and culminated in a sumptuous high tea at Flash - the too-cool-for-school pop-up cafe at the back of the Royal Academy.
My companion and I were guided by the bright green and pink posters which had an undercurrent of "if it is neon, the cool, young people will come". Once through the doors we were faced with wooden container boxes, which masked what turned out to be a - somewhat underdressed - eating space. The waiting staff were a little too good-looking and just the wrong side of charming, while the shockingly un-credit crunchy prices were explained away through 'served in limited edition Wedgwood china'. Well, in that case!
The tea, however, was pretty damn good. So much so, we felt the need to walk off our finger sandwiches, petit-fours, and scones with a spin round Fortnums. Sundays in London can be so delightful!