Friday, 28 March 2008

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".


"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.


  1. like that little britain character - we all like a bit of cake!

  2. Ah weepies explained, yes? I'm on the other side of menopause (DONE!) and life has never been so good! No hormone replacement for me, no sirreeeee! (Why on Earth would I want to replace that mess????) OK, so I do have to keep some tweezers handy or I could get a job in the circus as the bearded lady, but that's a small price.

    Cake solves all. This I believe.


  3. oohh psss..hope your feeling better!!

  4. Is Mark tall and handsome? I have fantasies of a tall and handsome man bringing me homemade cake?

  5. Mmmmmm. Cake. Feel better soon.

  6. Dogs and cakes solve ALL problems.
    Chin up Angela....

  7. Mouth. Watering. Cake. Yum.

  8. Patience is so right! Now instead of biting my nails, I can pull hairs out of my

    Glad you are feeling better.

  9. I will assume that you did not save us a bit?

  10. A good reminder about both sides of the phone.. sigh. Be nice, there might be sponge cake. (:

  11. was there a reason for this cake? just because mark is a nice guy?

    give him my address, please.

    i'm always in the market for cake.

  12. No reason Laurie, he just came round with cake!


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