Back again

So, midterm is over.  Kids are due back at school on Monday and I only have one more cake to do before I can go see someone (me auld china) at Dundrum and the Flea Market on Sunday.  Can't wait.

Been baking and making and making and baking.  Pretty much happy with everything I've made bar one.  I'll tell you about that one again.  It was market day today and . . . I can't figure people out.  Firstly, they ask and ask for a certain flavour, so you make it.  Then they don't buy it?  Instead they ask for something else you don't have.  Also, ALSO!!!, if you don't like raspberries don't buy the bloody raspberry cupcake and then come back to me (with a bite out of it) and tell me you don't like it.  Not my problem.  Seriously, this happened today.  Guy bought a raspberry and white chocolate cupcake, bit into it and then spat it into his hand before lambasting me for selling raspberry cupcakes??!  Good thing M wasn't there, she would have lifted him.  I came close.  The lousy shite even demanded his money back.  Said no!  He said that 'the customer was always right', I replied that it was nearly always those, in my opinion, who are wrong who say that.  He demanded his money back, as was his right, and I think I told him to piss off.  At this point I was tired and getting a bit emotional.  Okay, for 'emotional' imagine 'pissed off'.  Either way, he went off muttering and complaining and I went back to my delicious pastry (from E. next stand over).

Speaking of fellow stand holders.  I think I mentioned a while back the teddy wedding that was to take place.  D's children decided that Tilly was to be wed and the groom consented.  They weren't sure if the wedding was going to take place as, despite Tilly loving him, Ted used to be a bit of a drinker and carouser.  Oh, and poor Tilly had no one to give her away as her father doesn't approve of the union.  Anyway, the wedding did indeed take place, there was a huge party and . . .  they've yet to spend a night together.  They've yet to spend any time together really as, well, her mother is hanging around and a mother in law always there (no matter how nice she is) can do dreadful things to ones lifestyle.  Or frame of mind even.  There is a wedding video and if I can get  my hands on it I will.  Shall post it too.  Things are looking up for Tilly and Ted though as the mother is being sent home.  She's a wretch for getting up during the night and eating whatever she can get her paws on.  Her dress is forever covered in crumbs. 

I've not met Ted and Tilly but I really want to.  Shall have to rely on D. to keep me informed.  As soon as I know what's what so shall you.

Still haven't been to vote.  Only 3and a half hours to decide who I think should run the country.  Jesus.  I mean, I know who I don't want to run the country but that's as far as I've got.  There is not one of the buggers I care for.  There is Dara O'Brien who I actually like and respect but he's FF.  Argh but there is no choice.

That's pretty much it, won't bore you with tales of cakes and more cakes and being tired and more tired.  Or how we've been sleeping in the spare room for the past few nights 'cos I keep forgetting to make the bed.  Plus, I like the spare room bed better.  Sounds like I'm 3, right?

Couldn't wait to get home and see kids but now I've seen them and want to be left in peace.  The borrowed boy is sitting on my knee asking for 'mo juice polis', that's what it sounds like.  Still, at least he's in with me and toy cars rather than wandering around with a control pad in his hand pretending to play mario racer.  And # 2 is trying to rip the floor up with his farts.  Boys love farting don't they?  Wish, sometimes, I lived in a house with less men.  Less competitive farting.  Probably less farting full stop.  Us ladies don't fart!