Let Them Eat Cake / February 28 2008
People are so wonderful sometimes.
My elderly next-door-neighbour Mary knocked on the door about an hour ago and handed me a plate full of honey and raisin muffins. ‘I made too many,’ she said.
I was touched. Mary is incredibly tolerant; she never complains about the noise being made in the studio and is always gracious and maternal towards Audrey and me.
I made some fresh coffee, and while we greedily tucking in to our delicious home-baked treats, I said to my happy little dog, ‘Life is good, isn’t it, monkey-face? The sun is out, the birds are singing, we have cake, and twice nineteen doesn’t matter.’
‘Woof, father!’ she agreed, licking her lips.
Filed under Audrey / Cake / Home Studio / Kindness / Neighbours / Tolerance
Comments
4 comments on “Let Them Eat Cake”
Nelson Galaxy / February 28th, 2008 at 3:56 pm
Is Mary a master baker?
Napoleon Fantastic / February 28th, 2008 at 11:05 pm
She is a very good baker, yes.
Jo Beaufoix / March 3rd, 2008 at 7:35 pm
NExt time you should get Mary to stay. I bet she’s lonely. And she might have fantatsic blog fodder in her pockets or something. She maybe used to travel with a underground commune of hedgehog smugglers.
Napoleon Fantastic / March 4th, 2008 at 4:39 pm
Jo,
You could have something there, you know . . .
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