So, I killed two wasps the other lunchtime as they were pestering my lunch colleague who’s fear of them was not allowing her to eat her lunch and it seems that the karma has finally caught up with me today. Football was good for B and so was my cuppa back at Max’s but then my madeira cake for Nana’s birthday tomorrow came out the oven slightly split and then broke into three pieces, the dishwasher decided that it didn’t want to drain itself anymore and I completely fogot to buy garlic for a roasted garlic tart for tomorrow despite it being the first item on my shopping list.
On a more positive note, Al made a start on the ceiling of the bathroom (we can’t afford decorators as the bathroom has sucked our cashflow dry for a bit), I managed to get the dishwasher working again after only having to manually drain it twice, the second cake came out perfectly and looks ok now it’s iced and Al and B have now gone out on a last minute trip to Waitrose to buy me garlic.
So, moral of the story? Don’t panic, have a glass (or two) or Rose wine and all’s well that ends well (or something like that).