Good evening dear reader. You will notice that once again, I am writing to you from the depths of the night. Now, you may think this is something to do wih darling child not going to sleep. Or darling husband wanting attention. But no... alas not. Husband has taken himself off to the computer room to transfer a million tiny files we have unashamedly created due to taking a million picures, videos and general memories of boy. And boy himself took himself off to bed at 8pm with no tears and no arguments. (Busy day playing with cousins has tuckered that one out no end. Happy days!)
Oh no.. I've been baking dear reader. No pleasant socialities for me. No long, deep conversations with my man, putting the world to rights. Nope - like some frantic, bastardised Lucille ball - I have been concocting all manner of delicious item for our bake sale tomorrow.
Now, don't get me wrong dear reader. I love to bake. And said bake sale is for Macmillan Coffee morning tomorrow at work and thus is a cause I hold dear to my heart. There's not a person I know that hasn't seen the ugly face of cancer rear it's despicable and devastating head in their direction. Some of the people I love most dearly are even now being directly impacted by this terrible, violating disease and I hate the toll it is taking on them. So I bake. And I donate monthly. And I'll donate more tomorrow. And I do what I can to help the people I love. And I hope.
I know that the coffee morning is an annual event that seems to be reasonably nationwide these days. They are going on all around us. If you spot on near you. Pop in a buy a cake. It may taste kak, or be shop bought; it may be some delightful Delia Smith nonsense that even Mary Berry wouldn't shake a stick at and that would be lovely but that's not the point...
We all have a responsibility to do our very best to fight against the evil in the world. That starts with cake for cancer.. I reckon bumping off Trump would be a good next step...
Oh no.. I've been baking dear reader. No pleasant socialities for me. No long, deep conversations with my man, putting the world to rights. Nope - like some frantic, bastardised Lucille ball - I have been concocting all manner of delicious item for our bake sale tomorrow.
Now, don't get me wrong dear reader. I love to bake. And said bake sale is for Macmillan Coffee morning tomorrow at work and thus is a cause I hold dear to my heart. There's not a person I know that hasn't seen the ugly face of cancer rear it's despicable and devastating head in their direction. Some of the people I love most dearly are even now being directly impacted by this terrible, violating disease and I hate the toll it is taking on them. So I bake. And I donate monthly. And I'll donate more tomorrow. And I do what I can to help the people I love. And I hope.
I know that the coffee morning is an annual event that seems to be reasonably nationwide these days. They are going on all around us. If you spot on near you. Pop in a buy a cake. It may taste kak, or be shop bought; it may be some delightful Delia Smith nonsense that even Mary Berry wouldn't shake a stick at and that would be lovely but that's not the point...
We all have a responsibility to do our very best to fight against the evil in the world. That starts with cake for cancer.. I reckon bumping off Trump would be a good next step...
No comments:
Post a Comment