Nasty first. This cake has to be the most horrid one I've ever done. It was ordered by Damon's wife. She likes purple so has apparently themed the party in shades of purple. So naturally she wanted a purple cake, and as Damon is a policeman, she wanted handcuffs and a helmet on it aswell. Hmm. No accounting for taste is there? I decided to pipe the ' You have the right to remain silent' thingy on it. And that, as it turns out, is the only bit of it I like.
And now onto the Nice one.
At a loss as to what to make for pudding tonight, I opted for a chocolate chip and orange cake, liberally covered in chocolate icing and maltesers. Much more in my line!
But I have decided that there is, quite simply, too much me at the moment, so I am insisting that I go on a diet. (Only had a tiny bit of cake - one malteser worth - talk about will power!) I actually started 'being good' on Tuesday, but with all the excitement of the Blanket, this is the first chance I've had to tell you about it. I got weighed - not good news so don't even ask - and intend getting weighed again after a fortnight.
So here we have a mini competition. How much do you think I can lose in 2 weeks? In pounds please - just leave a comment. The person nearest will get a little present, or in the event of a tie, I'll pull the names out of a hat. Present might well be something to eat or something wooly or maybe a little felted cake. You can choose! Just to help you along, I don't go to the gym, I knit. I don't exercise, I knit. I abstain from all forms of anything remotely energetic, I knit!
And if anyone dares to say that I'll just stay the same weight, I'll cry and refuse to send them a present, even if they're right!
You have until 11th Feb.