When I wake in the morning my first task is to work out which day it is.
With summer holidays and continuing dry weather (thought the temperature has dropped a few degrees) all the days are remarkably similar at the moment.
We are rushing headlong into the big bank holiday weekend. I’m restocking the ice cream freezer tomorrow and cases of soft drinks arrived today (local apple juice coming on Friday). We’re cooking a ham every day and the bread order just gets bigger and bigger.
Today, for the first time in months, we cooked jacket potatoes after a special request was phoned in yesterday. That made the kitchen an even hotter place to work. Add in the hour it takes to stir the red onion marmalade pan and my face got redder and redder.
Or it could have been made red by the child who put hand prints all over the cake display fridge. He pointed to every cake and wiped his fingers across the glass as if joining the dots. When he pressed his lips against it I must have turned purple.
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