The cakedown to November

29 10 2010

Friday: Cupcake
Saturday: Carrot Cake
Sunday: Cheese Cake
Rice Cake

I can feel the sugar low already.


The stress

28 10 2010

in the office yesterday took its toll. Jen and I were inundated with requests, infested with germs (everyone has a cold) and inconsolable with fear about what our stress induced state would result in. My fear was losing my teeth through extreme clenching – my makeshift cure was chomping down on a pencil. Very professional. Jenni feared wrinkles. She apparently has one, known as “The Wrinkle”, and has been making threats of botox between bites of biscuits and chocolate. Another contributing factor to our stress is that we are now on the countdown to our annual month of misery. ‘No Nothing November’ – No cake, no chocolate, no sweets, no pudding, nothing – our one agreed treat is a chai latte. Today after I have worked my way through the rest of my massacred HB pencil I am going to EAT to tell them to stock up on the chai syrup, because the toothless one and the wrinkled one from across the road are going to be stopping by a lot over the next few weeks.

Under the duvet

27 10 2010

is now where I hide my alarm clock. The reasons are twofold.

1. I have been known to snooze for an inordinately long time – waking up my housemate in the next room.

2. Once in my bed I don’t have to keep reaching my arm out into the arctic conditions at 5 minute intervals.

Although effective I would not recommend it.

Check out that chick with the long arms.

26 10 2010

At the gym we did ab exercises on the step – they required balancing on your bottom and moving out your legs and arms – at the same time! I have pretty long arms and I have a preeeetttttty over active imagination. I think that is why in my head it wasn’t me on the step but a giant chicken. It was the wings that did it. Most girls go to the gym to fight off bingo wings, seems that they are the least of my worries!

Who said pigs can’t fly?

25 10 2010

I chose a helium balloon for my favourite 3-year-old a couple of weeks ago. When I went round to visit last night the balloon was still there – How is that for value for money? Now I didn’t buy a Hello Kitty balloon, or a pink princess balloon or anything “normal”, I bought an inflatable pig – complete with little concertina paper legs and two paper ears, and a squidgy inflatable curly tail. More like a sausage dog with a snout – he only floated about 5 cm above the ground, but I thought that added to his charm. My god-daughter loved him (phew). Last night he was looking slimmer than when I last saw him, and it was evident this little porker, if he were real, would be best laid to rest between two slices of thick white bread oozing with brown sauce. Sorry I digress. Anyway – all was well after tea time, and the result of one tiny spoon of ice cream resulted in mr pig being included in some sort of game – and in the process he lost his hind legs. Us grown ups too busy rediscovering the joy of melted cheese on toast didn’t notice this until I looked up and there on the ceiling was Mr pig. Bottom up, snout down. Seems like his loss of hind quarters meant he was free to do what he was meant to do.


Home Baking

23 10 2010

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Elementary my dear Barton

22 10 2010

My fascination with all things Spooks seems to have not gone unnoticed. I was just given a gift of… SPY SCHOOL! I am going to be a spook! Woop Woop. This is going to bring a whole new dimension to my practical jokery…Surveillance cameras and bugs! Brilliant – watch out Bici*


* my sister