So well and happy and kids all a ok and doggy woggy lovely and Mr Smith out hitting little white pellets into holes on greens. I am baking today. I have three cakes Delia, Mary and me and another Delia - I always want to give Delia a complimentary H at the end, don't you? Here is how they are doing. In no particular order - Delia's banana loaf - bloody perfect. Mary's banana cake - slow ie not cooked in the time it said. My almond and cherry, and all the leftover stuff in the cupboard short of chilli, cake - complete rubbish; it will burnt on the top before the middle cooks. Delia's Dundee - this requires 2 - 2.5 hrs of cooking. I think half an hour is a huge time difference. We will see.
This morning in that bit of morning before you are really awake, or before anyone else is awake, like on Christmas morning when you can sneak a look at your pressies so you know whether to feign surprise or not, I did something bad. I accidentally ordered the iron of my dreams from America. It is yellow, floats up and down in the air on magic legs and cost more than $200 due to stupid import duty. I only know I bought this because I have just had an email confirming what I thought was a dream. Oh well. It will be lovely and very weird.
I have asked Mr Smith for two things for Christmas. One is a fancy mixer and the other a sports bag. The impending introduction of these items into my life post has rendered all other bags and mixers awful and dreadful and inadequate. The magimix is just no good and all bags wrong of handle or capacity. Roll on Christmas.
This morning in that bit of morning before you are really awake, or before anyone else is awake, like on Christmas morning when you can sneak a look at your pressies so you know whether to feign surprise or not, I did something bad. I accidentally ordered the iron of my dreams from America. It is yellow, floats up and down in the air on magic legs and cost more than $200 due to stupid import duty. I only know I bought this because I have just had an email confirming what I thought was a dream. Oh well. It will be lovely and very weird.
I have asked Mr Smith for two things for Christmas. One is a fancy mixer and the other a sports bag. The impending introduction of these items into my life post has rendered all other bags and mixers awful and dreadful and inadequate. The magimix is just no good and all bags wrong of handle or capacity. Roll on Christmas.
