“I’m turning into my mother” I say in dismay, recognising her in the tone of my voice, my mannerisms, the size of my nose. Don’t get me wrong, I do love her. From the bottom of my heart to the tips of my toes, But seriously. If I’ve bought a new bag, put on a … Continue reading
Don’t ask me to make a decision. It’s an arduous journey to take, As the only time I’ve got clear vision Is when asked if I fancy a cake. Even then it can be rather tricky As when asked to decide on just one My fingers are suddenly sticky And the cake thief is back … Continue reading
Tricky Pancakes 