“You make the most delicious cakes, Imelda,” said Lucy, sniffing the sweet smell of hot sponge. “It’s going to be dreadful when you leave. No one makes cakes like you do.”
Nice to have something to read during lunch time at the office. Thank you for sharing. Only problem is that I would really like to have Some cake now 😜
Nice to have something to read during lunch time at the office. Thank you for sharing. Only problem is that I would really like to have Some cake now 😜
Ha ha! Cake is my absolutely love - and enemy (for my figure!) - the trouble is, once I have a bite, I can’t stop…same with chocolate minstrels! 😂
Absolutely love your writing! Thank you
Thank YOU for reading it!! Xx
Wow!!! Cheeky Imelda, and yet I can't help feeling sorry for her. All the way back home jealously guarding the "wrong" cake!
Thanks, Santa! I loved it!
Genial Santa.
What a lovely story..... but I feel sorry for Imelda......😅
WOW!!!
Oh Dear!