Silver Lounge Spillage

A Memory of Bexleyheath.

One hot afternoon, Mum, my younger brother & myself were drifting past the Silver Lounge. And it looked bright, clean & refreshing. "Three knickerbocker glories, please."
After 4 or 5 dips, kid brother's trumpet-glass turned turtle. "No, you did it yourself!"
Crestfallen, poor thing. Mum relented; (what are Mums for?) Sympathetic waitress - table mopped up in a jiffy, a fourth Glory set in place.
PS The 1934 facade is in need of a valet, judging by Google View.