Stumbled to Nursey's this morning, mercifully crossed paths with no-one I recognised. Not a pretty sight - precious little sleep last night thanks to a racking (what a fine old-fashioned word) cough. And somewhere during my through the night mental ramblings, I realised that marzipan was out because of young E's nut allergy, as was almond paste, but, oh bugger, what about the nuts already in the cake mixture. Another batch of child-friendly Christmas cake mixture is underway. Do you suppose it'll work in fairy cake sized morsels? Individually iced? So long as they don't burn while baking, it should do, shouldn't it?.
The garden centre went to the trouble of making me sign a disclaimer: I hereby agree to your ridiculous new terms of carriage, I will ensure that I leave enough room for a juggernaut outside my house, and that your staff won't cross my threshold. Except, when he arrived, it was the same perfectly lovely old bloke who delivered last year's supply plus Christmas tree, "Same place as usual, love?" and stacked 20 sacks of logs in and around as per my inclinations. Excellent.
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