Cake carnage at Claridges

Should I buy this Burberry coat? 

Its Sunday the sun is shining and its time to put on our party frocks as we are off to Claridges. We’ve done the Ritz. Done the Savoy. How will Claridges rate on the Catherine/Jane scale of afternoon tea excellence?

Its nice waking through all these fancy shops, I can see the distinctive red brick we are here. First a quick pit stop in the side entrance to the ‘ladies room’ to touch up the makeup. Now back out the front for photo snapping. Welcome to Claridges ladies, will you be joining us for afternoon tea? 

Yes, but first the concierge obliges with an impromptu photo shoot using the stairs, the lobby, the flowers. Could we do that again the feet are cut off. Yes, madam. Well done - this guy could be our personal photographer. Now we are whisked to our table and seated. Time to calm down and take in the glory of it all. Will you be enjoying a glass of champagne today ladies? YES, please. 

Much eating now, sandwiches, sorbet paddle pops to cleanse the pallet, scones, cakes. The cream is divine - can we have a another pot? Nothing is too much trouble at Claridges. Staff are amazing. The pianist and violinist are playing music from Phantom of the Opera. This really is a break from reality.