Finally, we tried out a new tea room. It’s been so long since we went anywhere new that even Sister Y forgot to take a photo of our cakes – clearly we are out of practice!
Anyway, this week we went along to the Peartree Pantry on the outskirts of Hatfield Peverel and Witham. It’s one we’ve been meaning to try for a while and we were glad we did – what a lovely place, enhanced further by the extremely warm welcome from the lady owner. She made a big fuss of the teeny tot, giving her colouring and crayons, showed us to a table and gave us all the daily specials. I had chocolate brownie which was delicious, warm and rich, Sister X had her fave – ginger and cinnamon cake – and Sister Y had lemon drizzle. Unfortunately, they both said that they weren’t really lemony or gingery enough. It was more expensive than other local cafes – £6.45 for a pot of tea and cake – but it was big (plenty of room for buggies if needed), comfortable – tables interspersed with sofas and snug areas, spotlessly clean and the friendliness of the staff left a lasting impression. There is also lots of parking at the rear and, something that may be of interest to Husband X on his travels:

Chuckle, chuckle . . .
So, on to the issues facing the Sisterhood this week: Sister X has a dog problem. I’ve been there so totally feel her pain. Her neighbour has acquired a dreaded yapper – a small, barky dog – which interrupts her constantly throughout the day when she is trying to nap … I mean work!! No, seriously, she only took one nap, once – just the one time – and was unfortunate enough to get caught in the act by Husband X home early from work. She really does work very hard, honestly. Sister Y and I very sensibly and maturely advised her to put a note through the door and run . . . no, of course we didn’t really! I pointed out that, if the neighbours are not there when the dog is barking, they probably don’t realise it’s doing it, so the best and first course of action is to knock and play the concerned neighbour – informative; understanding; supportive. ‘You trap more flies with honey’ as my old mum would say. If that doesn’t work then by all means go bad ass on them – and by bad ass, I mean telephone the council in a very grown up manner and request a noise disturbance form. Or, get a laser pen and wind the dog up with it in the middle of the night so that they get an idea of how annoying it is. Really, what a childish suggestion – I’d never do that.
Sister Y is still waiting to hear about the job. She’s not holding out much hope as her boss can’t seem to remember her name – but she does keep complimenting her choice of footwear . . . I have no idea how that translates in terms of career progression prospects!
Until next time, cake lovers x










