Saved by cake!

It's been a stressful few days.

Apart from not sleeping well and getting the 3am weepies, my period arrived out of the blue (which probably goes some way to explaining the 3am weepies) and the usual cramps and headache came with it. On top of that, it's particularly busy at work as we are short-staffed because everyone is trying to use up their holiday allowance before our year-end next week. So there was just me in the office yesterday afternoon when there is normally four of us.

Why is it that when you are on your own, every time you go to the loo the phone rings? You're always mid-flow and you sit there thinking "come on, come on" then you have a mad struggle to get your knickers and jeans back up because sods law says that if you run into the office with your underwear akimbo, somebody will pick that moment to walk through the door.

During one such moment, I just managed to grab the phone to be greeted by Mark, the local cafe owner, saying "Your telephone answering time is appalling". He was trying to make a joke. I, on the other hand, was most definitely not in the mood for jokes. I bit my tongue. Hard. And spat out..

"I. am. Here. On. My. Own. Mark. What. Do. You. Want." I don't need to explain that tone of voice do I? You all know exactly where I'm coming from don't you?

"Well" he said, cottoning on to the mood pretty damn quickly for a man. "That's answered my question as I'm coming round with cake for you".

Mmmppffff!

"Mark, I think I love you. Get here NOW!"

Now Mark's cakes are all homemade and they are to die for. Maria, who makes most of them, has cake-making down to a fine art and one day I may just kidnap her to become my personal cake-maker.

Mark duly arrived with three pieces of freshly made Victoria Sponge, beautifully moist and oozing raspberry jam. Never has cake tasted quite so good.

Spirits lifted, I even managed a smile.