Gay Gordon's Massive Cake Box

Working tonight has cocked up some of my list ticking off today, but I have got most of what I needed to do today, in an effort to catch up after our week away.
I've collected more shit ( sorry stuff) for Auntie Gladys ' stall, chased up a few final raffle ticket buyers and have persuaded a few of the villagers who have beautiful gardens to enter some of the flower classes.
I had just collected a few of the trophies from last year's best garden winners when Gay Gordon appeared at the door of his and Big Mary's neat little bungalow
" HELLO FLOWER!" he bellowed down the street " I HAVE SOMETHING VERY SPECIAL HERE FOR YOU"
I giggled coquettishly and jogged over, and he led me into the living room where a large white cake box took pride of place in the middle of the sofa!
" IT's MY BIGGEST AND BEST YET!" Gordon boasted with justifiable pride
" 8 EGGS AND HALF A PINT OF BRANDY HAS GONE INTO THAT BABY!"
I opened the box and there inside was the largest and heaviest fruit cake I had seen since he made the previous one for last year's show .....(that one as I recall had to be transported in the footwell of Gorden's invalid trolley.)
" IT'S BETTER THAN MY LAST ONE !!!!!" Gordon tittered " BIG MARY'S OVEN IS MORE CONTROLLABLE THAN MINE"
Big Mary beamed from her arm chair.
" DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT FLOWER" Gordon said " RAFFLE IT, CUT IT UP AND SELL IT.....AS LONG AS IT HELPS THE DAY OUT!"  He looked at my shorts and added " CAN I HAVE THEM SHORTS AFTER YOU HAVE FINISHED WITH THEM?"
Gordon loves a nice pair of shorts!
I promised that he could have my shorts after I had worn them out and heaved the cake from it's resting place on the sofa.
I nearly did my back in carrying it to the Berlingo

Boiled Fruit Cake

This afternoon I have finally caught up with blog reading.....I did this in between baking my biscuits and boiled fruit cake entries  for the flower Show and it was nice to read Tom's knocking shop Joke , hear all about Rachel's holiday, The weavers farm days and Yorkshire puddings trip to the theatre....but in the end I was a slave to  non stick parchment baking paper and a badly functioning fan oven.....Mary Berry you have a lot to answer for!

A Thoughtful Bulldog

I am convinced that Bulldogs mull things over.
They take their time and they think carefully, especially about situations that may worry them.
Now Winnie has just spent a pampered week in the company of Norma.
Norma is a talented counsellor, bulldog enthusiast and all round good egg so
Winnie has been loved and petted and allowed to sleep on a marks and spencer duvet covered bed like a fat bitch Diva
She has wanted for nothing, subsequently her reunion with the other dogs seemed rather lacklustre and even though the three members of the pack had been effectively separated for a week, all of the dogs greeted each other and me with all of the excitement of a separation of just an hour or so.
When I was at work last night, she has obviously thought long and hard about it all, and on my return home this morning she greeted me with all of the hysteria of a sad spinster at a Cliff Richard concert.
I fell asleep on the couch and  all morning she has hovered over me  , looking carefully and seriously into my face for reassurance that I was still alive and not going anywhere.
Every time I sleepily opened my eyes she would lean forward and chomp her mouth in  a happy satisfaction that I was home.
I was rather moved that she had finally  decided that she had missed me after all.

Home

William..happy to be home.

 The dogs are back home from their respective babysitters and I have been on catch up with a dozen or so phone messages about the flower show since I got back. It's going to mad busy like this all week!
Between the heavy showers, I took the dogs out for a quick troll around the Village and noticed that Mrs James' and Mr Ellis' hanging baskets have both gone up a gear!
I shall be interested to hear which one has won as Mr Butler judged the garden entries when I was away?
I haven't got much time to blog today....off for a sleep before work but I will leave you with the latest International Novelty Veg entry..........please note all entries need to be in before Monday

Sigh

It was too late to pick the dogs up as it was past eleven when I left the railway station!

So The cottage was practically deserted when I finally got home.

But I was bloody right about Albert

Two sets of rodent intestines were laid out on the living room floor 

And for some strange reason there was a cat turd in the bath!
Nice to be home!

Birthing During A Blog

Well the last post was far too sad for such a sunny day..so as I finish " giving birth" on the loo ( thankfully my Kent Constipation has now FULLY resolved itself) I shall post my final blog entry for our brief holiday!
I've had a lovely time with the Prof and his family.........and I am sad to leave the picturesque Broadstairs for the gloom and colder Welsh countryside. The Prof is staying on until Monday as he has meetings in London and unfortunately I am working tomorrow so need to get home to save lives on ITU
So it's real life later today, no doubt there will be a headless rabbit on the kitchen floor. No doubt Cameron the teenage boffin has slaughtered half the poultry and no doubt my dogs will be bursting a gut to be home....
Hey ho

No One

A poster supporting the work of age concern 

I saw it on one of the kent trains

" No one to say good morning to

No one to bless you when you sneeze,

No one to take tea with

Or whiskey, for that matter.

No one on the end of a phone.

No one to share anything with,

a cake, a laugh or a problem.

No one to make one day

any different from the rest.

No one to turn to.

No one, but no one

should have no one."

Thoughts From Thanet

The 2015 Bake Off Contestants

I see that " The Great British Bake Off" is back next week!
Bloody hell, I'd hate to be a researcher on that show. I can hear the producer giving his/her spiel to the BBC minions quite clearly " Scour the British Isles for a dozen TOTALLY different individuals THAT CAN FRIGGING BAKE A CAKE! .........I want black, I want white, I want modern stay at home dads, I want young, I want old, I WANT TATTOOS! I need one that could be taken as a baddie! I NEED a few home county ladies to satisfy the Women's institute fans and if you can GET ME A LESBIAN IN A WHEELCHAIR FROM THE ISLE OF MAN...I'll GIVE YOU A RISE!
I love the " Bake off"
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Today we have been booked on a guided tour of St Peters Village. This afternoon tis the beach and this evening is dinner out with Chris' brother and his wife........which will be nice......last night we took ourselves off to Broadstairs for a few drinks and to watch the fireworks on the beach which was fun......I'm now off to read the paper on the loo for a while......here's hoping that will " do the trick"

I'll leave you with a Banksy Mural we saw in Margate yesterday and with the latest International Novelty Vegetable Entry for the Flower Show.......I need all entries in by the weekend if possible!
Hey ho