PMSL Sybil!
Abdn sympathies, and also Amber. I'm wondering whether to try to expose Iestyn to chicken pox - I was a bit older getting it and scarred badly.
Sponge and all other Londoners, the meet up was discussed here (although we mainly whispered so that a certain sponge woman wouldn't hear ) but I'm back again in London next week if you fancy a meet up. We went to a soft play place and it was really good, and Iestyn got really brave and crawled up this gigantic slope! (Penguin must laugh because I thought for a minute you'd described me as cute...!)
Five sorry didn't see you there but there was a blur of colour where there was a superhero building furniture and simultaneously ironing!
BDQ how did the cake go? And Ktpie was it you with the fan oven? I used to make cakes all the time, then moved into a house with a fan oven and it all went a bit Pete Tong. But I got an oven thermometer - get one - and realised that the oven was faulty and actual temperature was more than 10 degrees hotter than the dial said. I now finally have a functioning oven - it's coming up to nine years...!! Rolf we always, always had the same chocolate cake which is a yummy recipe from my godmother, and it's even kosher! Dead easy to make, but it's such a hit. And BDQ my no. 1 cake wasn't brilliant. I hired a tin, but it wasn't a tin, just a shape; I had to put it on a baking tray. I ordered one from Lakeland, but it didn't come, so I had to use my old one, which is warped (I now realised...), and the cake mixture seeped out under the sides of the 1, so I had a sort of o13 effect. I then had to quickly cut the 1 out and very quickly eat the bits. Then my entire family - Mum, Dad, Brother (not my sister, she's gluten free) complained that there was too much buttercream on the cake! First, it had to be so; second, typical - only blood relatives would comment like that!!
Who else have I missed?
I'm back in Wales now, and I will declare that NEVER AGAIN will I travel by train to London with Iestyn! Journey there was ok, but journey back was hideous. In brief: I cried loads so Tim felt he had to come with me to Crewe to help me change trains (no direct ones on a Sunday - well, not till 5.30). No, really, I'm pretending - he actually is that kind, that's why I married him. (No joking.) So we arrived at Euston half an hour early, which is good. Not so good - I was hungry as usual (still bfing, still eating, but now gaining weight...). However, train after ours was cancelled, but there was a train which should have left as we arrived but hadn't gone yet, so we decided to make it for that one. (No BK for me. ) We got on it, decided to upgrade to 1st because of all the people milling around. We then sat on it till the time of departure of our original train (1.35) and stayed seated, at Euston, till past 2pm. Meanwhile, another train was cancelled and everyone got on ours. So over an hour late, and totally crowded, with slum situations in the toilets (peeing out of the window would have been better than the toilet I visited). Iestyn was ok, but for the journey Crewe to Bangor he was really awkward - tired, but wouldn't sleep; wouldn't sit in his little chair for more than 5 minutes; ditto my lap, ditto the train seat. He was fed raisins which worked for 5 minutes, but he basically wanted to crawl around, but with the drunks and stag dos (train goes to Holyhead...) it wasn't really appropriate. Arrived Bangor 20 minutes after his teatime, with no tea for him but my Mum picked me up. Anyhow, the stress was immense. Also immense stress being in London without a car - I went to Sainsburys, bought 1 bag of stuff, but couldn't carry the pram, 1 bag, nappy bag and me onto the bus (it was really hot and I'm made for rain!) and Iestyn started screaming, the pram got stuck under the non-pram-friendly bus, I yanked it onto my toe snapping half my toenail off, and the Sainsburys bag split. Someone said 'are you allright' and I said obscenities in Welsh. And then I kind of saw myself as this sweaty middle aged woman with bad hair and a baby all stressed out and wondered how I got there... But I'm ok now!
Had to rant there - sorry! Back to London next weekend for a whole week, with the car. Should be better!