... all the prep is now complete for three cakes and also for a batch of birthday cupcakes for the weekend.
I'm expecting Julia - she of the navy blue wedding cakes - to turn up shortly, hopefully with the cakes and a sample of the exact shade of blue she requires. I've tried mixing a variety of different blues this afternoon just to see if there's anything she likes, but it's really difficult without something to match it to. I now have blue-grey palms, which is actually an improvement on the blood red I had yesterday. I think the postman was quite taken aback when he gave me the pen to sign for a delivery. He probably thought I'd committed murder or something.
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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Excellent. The Postman always rings twice... what a great scene. Were you caught red handed? Dripping nine inch cook's knife, butcher of Framlington? Blood red apron? Hockey mask and chainsaw...oh God what am I saying? I can now see body parts piled high in the shed (all highly organised and sorted of course - your modus operandi is a dead giveaway...oh my God what do I mean "is")Feezers full of cling-wrapped limbs. Two little Westies with dripping red beards gnawing on large unrecognisable knuckled bones and wearing satisfied snarling grins staring at the postie through blood red glazed eyes...hounds from hell... Satan's little helpers?
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