This is my great fear at Saturday's TEA. Against my will - I know I said, "No", - I will be a 'table Mum" at a church tea. I am responsible for toting precious family dinnerware, borrowed tea pots, and other assorted items into the basement and out again, hopefully unscathed.
Much like the black beastie, I have no idea what I am doing there or how I should be hosting a table. I'd rather be back home in the pasture.
I do have a large flowery hat and white gloves ordered for the affair. I may not know what I'm doing, but I've watched Hyacinth on British telly for years so I will look the proper part.