Saturday, 2 July 2011
There's nothing left..
I got home last night absolutely knackered.
The day before I had been in school until 10:30, proof reading appallingly written reports and making corrections.
When I got home about 11, my beloved had a lovely hot bowl of a home-made spicy pumpkin soup all ready for me, together with a couple of cheese scones. Ambrosia.
Now while my beloved is a great cook and a superb baker, she doesn't often bake, as my son and I have a predilection for eating everything at odd, yet inopportune moments.
So I asked why she had baked.
I was told:
A. I just didn't listen.
B. The Aunties from the local Marae (Maori meeting house) were coming around tomorrow for soup, scones and cakes.
C. I just didn't listen.
Never mind, there would be plenty left over for tomorrow evening. There were piles of scones and trays of delicate fairy cakes, which would remain as my beloved had already knocked me on the knuckles with a large wooden spoon for attempting to "sample" a fairy cake.
So when I got home last night, I was looking forward to some treats.
The Aunties had gone through my house like a plague of locusts, stripping everything eatable.
Fairy Cakes: Gone.
Home-Made Succulent Chocolate Truffles: Gone
All that was left was one bowl of soup
Sometimes life's really not fair, and my bloody colleagues still cannot use semicolons correctly. And commas, full stops, capitals and pretty bloody basic spelling.
*sob* I was so looking forward to a cheese scone, slathered with butter. *sigh*