We normally try to visit on a Sunday but this isn't always possible so we called in this afternoon on the way back from the library. My mum has always been a pretty good cook and the old saying of 'mum's is best' can certainly be applied to anything she bakes. We're often given the odd cup cake or slab of fruit cake when we visit but today we were given an enormous brick-sized lump of cake. We were told in no uncertain terms that 'it had to be eaten today' as she had made it yesterday having expected us to visit and that 'it has fresh cream inside so won't keep'. In actual fact the cake had about an inch of cream with strawberries sandwiched between two enormous layers of sponge. All I could think about was the number of calories and amount of sugar that had been used to produce it. I'm diabetic but I'm sure my mum forgets, and my wife and I could certainly do with shedding a few pounds. 'Don't worry, we'll find a way to get rid of it', whispered my wife as we left. If we did, I would certainly feel guilt-ridden and I'd have to lie the next time I saw her when she asked how the cake was. No, we'll have to eat some of it...
School seemed to agree with my son and my son with it. We both gave a sigh of relief when he emerged smiling from the classroom door when we collected him earlier. He's looking forward to returning tomorrow which is great! It remains to be seen how he will cope with it full-time come September...
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