The great cake bake started yesterday. And apparently the freezers are groaning under the weight of cakes already. But at times there will be up to a hundred brothers on the site, all taking two tea breaks a day, all needing cake. So we must keep baking. I made marmalade muffins and a carrot cake yesterday - and contributed a load of Mr.Kiplings (which, sadly, probably taste better) and have scheduled myself to make another carrot cake today.
I wish I was a better baker than I am. My mother was a wonderful cake and pastry cook. I still haven't come across a better lemon meringue pie than the one she used to make.
Jacks popped in yesterday to bring Col the new thingummy he needed from the Home Brew shop - and I gave her her signed copy of "Old Playgrounds".
It poured with rain all day - apparently a months rain fell in a day. The sea front was flooded - may still be. We made the TV News. Its been drizzling this morning, on and off. Captain Butterfly is going stir crazy - no butterfly outings. He has kindly promised to take me out to do a few return calls this morning as I am nervous of driving on flooded roads. There was no rain to speak of in Expatland.