Fruitless fruity fruits

Since young, I have always wanted to visit Goodwood Park Hotel. Don't you think it looks like a castle? When Christmas rolls around, the giant christmas tree outside the hotel makes the place looks even more magical.

Last weekend, I finally brought mama there for its English high tea. At $37, it's not exactly the cheapest tea in the world.

Anyway, this is not about the tea itself. It's about fruits.

I seem to have very bad luck with fruits. I am this ability to pick up marvellous pieces of fruits everytime. EXCEPT the last piece. Everyone knows how important the last piece of fruit is for the grand finale of the meal, don't we?

So, at the buffet, I bit into the sweetest, juiciest strawberries throughout the tea. I nibbled at the red, fat berries from the start to end of the meal. When it boiled down to the final two, knowing my amazing luck with fruits, I decided to save the bigger, redder berry for the last.

Of course, it just had to be the one that is the most tastless, most bland of all. Leaving me with the sour aftertaste at the end of the fantastic tea. +_+