Oh damn, still in this dream.

Blast.
Every time I try to get to Highdown tearooms something happens. Either at home or with the person/persons with whom I'm making the attempt.
Postponed yet again, it now looks to become a quest of a particular kind.

An' we will hie us to the tearooms therein to slake our thirste
With tea from out the orient, creme bunne and jamme
And will make sport of ourselves to eat until we burste
And feast upon the the questing beast known as spamme.

Somehow I doubt it would be much of an addendum to 'Holy Grail'.

Dash it all, I was really looking forward to the first cream tea of the year. Bugger.
Anticipatory greed is one of the more unusual sins but... (probably falls under presumption, of a kind)