I wander in, ashen, pale faced, shaking a little.
Joannie the proprietor takes one look and says "so, when are you getting married". Actually I think I'm getting the flu but the overall effect is pretty much the same in the run up to the big event, there is much to do, much stress and a little bickering about great aunt Doris (I can't remember, is she your great aunt or mine?)
I look around at the staggering array of cake designs and the most coherent question I can manage is " do they all have to be fruit cakes or can they be, you know, nice?". I am told that in fact a wedding cake these days can be anything from plain sponge to broken biscuit, i am overjoyed, I ask for a 5 foot mar-bsar rice crispie cake in the shape of joanna lumley, she frowns and advises to check with herself first.
As I leave I am also given a wee bag of cake samples to take away, nice, very nice indeed. read more