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Published 1978
‘In England little boys don’t have dinner,’ explains Sigi, the small hero of Nancy Mitford’s book The Blessing to a baffled Frenchman. ‘No dinner?’ he enquires. ‘No, supper, and sometimes high tea.’ ‘What is this, high tea?’ ‘Yes, well, it’s tea, you know, with cocoa and scones . . .’ The Blessing then enumerates such savoury dishes as kippers and sausages ‘. . . and you have it rather late for tea, about six.’ ‘How terrible this must be,’ says the Frenchman, aghast at such an alien notion.
