I went to the seaside and had a lovely time. All my troubles melt away there; as do my aches and pains. Marvelous Marylin showed me how to make pot holders properly and Adam the Dreadful Printer printed my calendars - badly. No, he's not particularly cheap and he keeps up a consistently poor standard but he's local and does the job quickly and they're done now. The fuzzy things are cupcakes. I am going to print the front covers myself and I have just had a brilliant idea ... bear with me. Firstly, I need a batch of nice flat topped cupcakes.
Later: Alfreda Cakesmith here. Cakes rose up in Vesuvian fashion with crusts of magma on the top. I left them in a bit too long in too hot an oven. I was busy reading the dog's letter to him from Harrod's pet spa. The £199 luxury pet spa experience is on special offer at £99. I've decided we are quite happy with our dog looking like a compost heap and smelling accordingly and I will cut the tops off the cupcakes and ice them flat.
My nice C&G Confectionery teacher says it doesn't matter a jot that the top of my royal iced cake looks like the surface of the moon; the second coat will make it all ok. That is the second coat. Oh well, stand by for coats 3-36. Mr Smith wants to know what's for lunch. I am delighted to say I have no idea as I am on the "weekend off" diet which means I don't do weekend cooking; I just stuff my face all day long with whatever I want including cupcakes and lots of royal icing.
Dentist tomorrow .. groan. I will have to buy myself a really nice "I was good at the dentist" present. A nice little Ipad would suit me well. The Apprentice says he's getting me one for Christmas - bet he doesn't.
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