Middle of August and the two day forecast on the BBC homepage has varied greatly all this week: take your pick from light showers or heavy showers. Apart from today, when Mr Blue Sky has popped out and the sun is shining on the just. Off to Fram for only the second time -- first visit was to the rather fine Dancing Goat -- and expectations, like the temperature, are high.

Good start with free parking, then a short stroll past the Hitcham Almshouses (erected AD MDCLIV) and here, in a Bruce Forsyth stylee, is Kitty's. Through the shop crammed full of nice things, up the stairs: imagine Donna entering the Tardis and finding it no bigger on the inside. Room in the middle for us three, next to the bikeriding couple by the window. Another table has today's Times and EADT; I also spot a less obvious copy of Heat and other trashmags. All bases covered.

Briefly wonder if it's tea and cakes only, but that's before I see the writing on the wall with today's savoury options. There's one portion of lasagne left, lets on the Lovely Lady in charge. And some tantalising tartlets. Or a nice nicoise. I go for some made-to-order ham 'n' egg sarnies (NB brown bread only), pre-empted by a lemon refresher from that ever expanding James White down the road in Ashbocking. Tangy, a la Fentimans. Meantime, Andy chances his arm on one of the multitudinous Teapigs varieties on display.

LL returns with our tasty and good-for-you sandwiches, then it's down to the serious business of pudd. Ooh, those cakes look mighty fine, and they're all the work of LL. Cupcakes, flapjack, brownies, choc or lemon or carrot cake: a man with a sweet tooth could be holed up here for quite some time. Yes to the ginger cake, please. Since portion sizes aren't EU-compliant, I'm given two pieces. And what with the accompanying faultless large Americano (served in a warm china cup), truly this is my once-a-year day. Note that the extensive coffee menu also includes the rarely seen affogato, a treat for next time.

Between mouthfuls and sips we have a lovely chat with the lovely lady, who's charming and informative and keen to know what we're up to. At which point we have to up stumps. Farewell, Kitty's, it's been a pleasure.

If it was a car -- Alfa Romeo Spider.
If they were passing by -- Isabella Rossellini.