Sunday Postscript: I am taking a break from my blogging today, Back Tomorrow!
ELDEST SON: Where and when did you last have it?
ME: If I knew that I'd go get it!ELDEST SON: That's what you usually say to me when I can't find something.
ME: OK, Smart Mouth, I'll go look for it!
Ah, I remembered the last time I wore it..................
Up in the spare room I finally tracked it down.By this time, the frozen Blob had started to thaw, and I could've sworn it had tripled in size already.
This didn't worry me. After all, I did intend to make at least 4 cakes, so I saw that as a good start.
It had a very strong yeasty smell, and by the time I'd found two large mixing bowls and sent the boys round to borrow more bowls from my neighbours, it had tripled in size, yet again!.Undeterred, I ran outside and retrieved the boys' inflatable paddling pool, and dragged it through to the kitchen. I chucked loads of the mixture into it.
I rang Maggie's house................................
"Hello, sorry we can't take your call at the moment, we're in Skeggy. please leave your message after the tone. We'll call you back next Thursday"
GULP! Thursday? This sad sorry mess could be down the street and covering the Park by then.
I 'phoned Mum, (as yer do in these circumstances.)
"Mumsie, help me, please................"
After she finally stopped laughing, she asked to speak to Eldest Son.
"Right Lad," she said, "Get the largest paper bag you can find."
"Nanny, this cake stuff is EVERYWHERE. It won't fit in a paper bag."
MUMSIE: "It's not for the cake, it's for your Mum. She needs to breathe in and out of it, she's hyperventilating. I'll ring back in 5 minutes."
I'm afraid that's it for today, my Dear Bloggeroos. You have no idea how much re-living these memories are affecting me.................. it gave me terrible nightmares last night!