So, last time I was at the Hyatt in Canberra I was pissed as a newt. I had to be walked to the shower and helped to undress. Allegedly. I don't remember this happening so I'm fairly sure it's a fabrication. I do remember that I really like king-sized beds and temperature control, and also fluffy bathrobes. That bed was so soft and feathery, it was like being wrapped up inside a goose. Well, from what I sort of remember anyway.

After morning tea yesterday, I was drunk on food.


I'm starting to think my previous conviction about small tasty morsels being better for you may need some kind of reformulation. Partly because the tasty morsels at the Hyatt aren't actually that small...

I could have gone for more savouries; I hear there are cucumber sandwiches at afternoon tea, but we had time constraints so apart from the above most dericious spinach feta parcel-like thing, we had to be content with sweets. Le sigh.


These were filled with custard and complicated to eat daintily. But that crispy pastry: oh my.

I am always worried that when I eat scones and cream, the scones will be bad and I will be disappointed. Luckily these scones were nice and fluffy. I wish I ate more than one, but I guess I'll be thanking myself in the long run.



I think the five cups of tea created a buffer and prevented me from eating too many scones...


At least I wasn't alone in gluttony though. That laden plate you see below was one of about 4...

There's just no restraint when it comes to our family and small-to-medium/large-sixed tasty morsels. In fact, I have a story to tell you about dumplings, but I'm too ashamed just now, so it will have to wait until tomorrow.