1st man (in a very sarky voice to customer who was already being served)
" Oh do excuse ME for being first in the queue"
2nd man " Um, no actually, I was before YOU"
1st man (after some thought) " No you bloody weren't, I entered the shop ahead of you "
Blimey, I thought it was going to result in fisticuffs so I grabbed my snags and fled. Back home it was time to tackle my mince pies, two dozen of the bloody things today. I'd love to be one of those very capable women that can turn their hand to anything but let's face it...I'm not. I do like to 'make' (I use that term loosely) my own mince pies though.
"Make your own mincemeat Delia ? You're having a 'giraffe'!"
Delia reckons that once you've made your own you'll never use shop bought again but,
there's 932 ingredients in it, it takes hours to prepare and quite frankly....
.............I've got a life. I'll stick to my method, thank you.
I did try a bit of Nigella pouting and finger sucking, but instead of looking alluring and seductive somehow I just looked like a half crazed housewife.
Then I crept to the fridge just like Nigella for a 'feast', do you suppose she drinks Brown Ale too?
I bet she floats around her bespoke kitchen in a couture creation, reeking of Shalimar, not wearing floury tracky bottoms like me! Eeek, don't tell Vix!
By Jove! I think I've cracked it.
After all this baking,
and present wrapping,
I think I deserve a rest. I'm back to Gatters tomorrow and this weekend will be madness, a big 'aaaah' now please as I'm working nights Christmas Eve and Day, but it will be much quieter by then.
Happy Christmas one and all.