I have morphed into my grandmother. My mum was a terrible cook, so I never showed any inclination to learn such skills as cake making, fairy cakes and what not. My Grandmother on the other hand was a school cook and a fabulous baker. I can still recall the wonderful aromas that came from her house.
I have been baking buns and cakes all afternoon with DD. We have had great fun, but I am now standing back, thinking 'How did life come to this?'