Towels

Treated once again to some of my Grandma's home-made hot-cross buns. You can only get them once a year and they are secretly one of those things I really anticipate each Spring. They are sticky beyond belief though (which is part of their magic) which is probably why wet towels were passed around at the end of breakfast; my puds were like delicious glue! Oddly enough however, that was the first of two times moist towels were passed around a table as we snuck in a Indian lunch before heading back home to my lovely bed.