If you came to Bromley- and why wouldn’t you?- to visit me, you’d be in good company. Obviously the people that have come to visit me so far have been friends and bloggers and I have generally entertained them at home, but if you wanted to get a sense of the area, of why I love living in Bromley, then let me tell you where I would take you.
We’d drop the Girls at school- you could stand bemused at the edge of a circle of Mother’s banging on about all kinds of things that may or may not mean anything to you. You would get a sense of the chaos of parking outside school during the rush hour, the rush we are all in to get the children in, do whatever things we need to do before rushing back to pick up our little darlings. You would experience the madness that is driving around before 8am, the speed, the frustration of idiot drivers, people cutting you up.
And then we would park up and get out of the car, walk past a row of lavender and in a purple door and all of that insanity- the fast pace, the rushed conversation, the mad driving- would vanish, forgotten. The most pressing concern would be cake- the pretty sprinkle-covered cake pops, or the big fat Red Velvet cake? The croissants or the pastry? The fat wedges of plum and almond or a pretty cupcake laden with a pyramid of swirled icing.
We would sit in chairs waiting for our drinks, soft music piping round the room, smoothing ruffled feathers. If it were dry we may be sitting in the garden under the shade of the pergola, watching other children play on the climbing frame, cries of joy punctuating our conversation. We’d wallow in good service, friendly faces and pay no attention to the clock. We’d dig into our cakes silently, not thinking once about the calories but about the soothing effect it will have on our souls. We will sip foamy coffee from vast cups as we watch the world go by. We may even forget that the other person is there, sitting opposite us, whilst the hot fluid lubricates throats and softens voices.
And then we would walk out, braced with caffeine and sugar, to join the rush once more.
That my friend, is the Lavender House. My local cafe and haven.
Submitted to The American Resident’s where you live link.