... I know I haven't blogged today, but it's just been a bit frenetic. In fact this is the first chance I've had to sit down (apart from in the car earlier, but that doesn't really count.)
Have given up on Craig the Mouseman. He's useless. We ended up going out to buy a ratbox ourselves. Mind you we haven't seen any sign of it today I'm pleased to say.
Been shopping, picked up Christina, did loads of coffee shop baking, made the first of the four cakes for the "Stack of Books" cake and then disaster struck.
I decided to bake another cake this evening and started weighing out. Charles was right next to me when I was weighing the sugar and so he distinctly heard me comment that it appeared to be much more than 500gms - and yet that is what the scales were reading. I should have trusted my judgement, because I've ended up with something that resembles an undercooked biscuit. So, 500gms butter, 10 eggs and probably about 750 gms sugar all wasted. Oh and the flour of course.
So, I'm not as far on as I'd hoped to be.
Need to do the delivery tomorrow first thing, call in at the cake decorating shop for cake cards, flowerpaste and some different fonts, the quickly whizz over to see James at work, before heading home to pick up Christina to take her to the discharge planning meeting at the hospital.
Oh - and then I've got three cakes to make.
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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So the mouseman has let you down again... I'm disappointed. Mickey operation evidently. Call the pied piper. Roaming charges apply. How many other people saw the *alleged* rodent I wonder? It's g not gms by the way (but I know you know that) Bad mood here. My little Westie is 1% of breed pop that does not cry and therefore has to have horrifyingly expensive op to correct it(v risky) or will be blind soon. Pauper's dilemma. Bad times. Woke up this morning, shackled and drawn. Pick up the rock son and carry it on!
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