Time for a giggle or two again. Last week, Ann came over from Leicester to have her car serviced and mot’d. We got round to talking about Valentine’s Day. So I asked her what she had in mind for her boyfriend. She mentioned heart-shaped cookies, and I said, ‘you could make fudge, and wrap it up in cellophane, then put it in a nice mug for him. So, we decided to experiment with fudge recipes. We put sugar, butter and milk in a pan, like it said, Ann stirred and stirred and stirred. It was at this point, she had the idea, we could do all kinds of home-made sweets, and sell them online. According to the recipe, it was then supposed to go thick. We hadn’t got vanilla flavouring, so we used almond essence. It went slightly tacky, so we put it in the tray, then went off to collect the car. We also had to go and get the tracking seen to.
When we got back, the fudge, which was white, (we presumed it was like cadbury’s fudge in the chocolate) was still tacky. We were going to melt a choc bar and top it with that, but we ended up eating the choc, and chucking the fudge. So, that recipe is no good. Besides, I’m allergic to cows milk, and sugar gives me spots, and I also can’t eat butter! So, the goo went in the bin.
We’re decorating the hall, stairs and landing. You know when things that are normally on the landing have to go in the bedroom while the work is being done? Well, every time one of us gets up in the night, or early morning to make tea, or use the bathroom, we end up coming in and hurtling across the bedroom, either swearing or going ouch, ouch ouch. Stubbing your toes isn’t funny, but it is afterwards.
One more funny thing, happened a year or so ago, but it came to mind as I’m writing a swimming related story, and this little gem will go in the story. I’d gone for a swim, and I wear a ring, that I call my ‘lucky ring.’ For safe-keeping, I put it in the top of my trainer, and packed everything in to the locker, and went off to swim. Later, I had a shower, got my things out, and – no ring! In my panic, I got dressed, wondering who could have gone in and taken it. They do have notices all around saying we are not responsible for any theft of your belongings. I ran to the reception, asking the girl there if anyone had handed a ring in. They hadn’t. I know I trust all the girls who work there; I’ve known them a long time. Maybe someone had sneaked in while I was swimming, I thought. She had my number, and was going to ring, if the ring turned up. Back home, having coffee, I felt a lump by my toe. Oh, my word, it was my ring, safe where I stashed it, deep in the bottom of my trainer….. I had to go back and let them know.
Until next time, find something to giggle about in every day.
So glad that Lynne and Teresa are gigglers as well. Join in if you want to.
I won’t be eating any more of these, I crunched a fox’s glacier mint on the way to Devon, and had to pay a visit to the dentist when I got back. So, jellies and toffee sweets are a no no from now on. I can still manage a malteser or two though.
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