Two birthdays at school tomorrow, both boys. The one who'll be 16 requested butterfly buns so I have obliged. The others were going to have a piped topping and I bought some of the plastic piping bags that you just snip the end off. Didn't go to plan so I splodged it over the top and sprinkled.
Apropos my last post about revelations and embarrassment I have a little tale for you. Some years ago when we lived abroad my daughter went to the British school (only 2 other Brits there but it's the thought that counts). The headmaster, let's call him Nick, because that was his name, was a bit of a 70s throwback and wore funky velvet suits in brown and purple. They were lovely. Anyway, one day there was a parents' meeting.
On entering the hall we were given a clipboard with papaer and pen. I'm still not entirely sure what these were for as most of the parents didn't speak English and weren't taking notes. I digress. Nick was leaping about on stage in his customary exhibitionist manner when I noticed the flag was at half mast and his shirt tails and other arrangements were on show.
It seemed impolite to just shout it out, thus drawing the attention of everyone to his predicament. So, I wrote him a note on the clipboard to the effect "Your flies are down" (knowing many wouldn't be able to read what I'd put), this I waved in the air to attract his attention.
Smooth as his velvet attire, he tipped me the nod and, without missing a beat of his flambouyant speech, zipped up the offending trews. What a god. That is how to do it, folks. Never surrender and take no prisoners.
Those who are easily offended look away now as there follows a picture of my piping disaster. Which resembles nothing so much as a cake garnished with...
... a dog turd.
