The great philosopher, Marie Antoinette had it all sewn up then.
Without cake there will breakdown of an anachronistic feudal system, national bankruptcy, crop failure, overpopulation, dissent and restlessness and overthrow of the divinely ordained.
Next week we’ll discuss the role of cake in the English Civil War.
Worms - protein, don’t mind a bit of protein in my cake. I have taken the advice and made a healthy broth then had my once a week cake and ice cream all piled up in a big bowl.
My son in law says the fact that I taught my daughter to refer to pmt relief as mentrals (minstals) does not help the healthy regime.
I do know the macaton sign for biscuit (banging a knuckle on the elbow bone) or that’s what I was taught anyway, is one of my favourite things. Apparently, it is what the sailors did to shake the weavels out of the biscuits on the ship.
Tomorrow I will go out and buy more broccoli and other green things.
And cake? In case of emergencies? There could be a terrific snow storm and you’ll be cut off for weeks. Without cake you could starve. Actually yesterday I turned down the best cake in the world. (From Waitrose, it’s sold in individual slices, chocolate brownie cake. The name is deceptive, it’s much more than that! Or in case Poll’s reading this, it’s infested with blood sucking leeches!) I thought a tiny bit of being ‘good’ might be repaid in the form of a magical half stone being lost overnight without trying. I doubt that it’s worked.
Sue
I suspect the above post is by Hebe. Because of the big smelly dog. And the mention of emergency cake. Which I think is essential purely to ward against the potential of having to eat dog biscuits.
But the mention of good pants heralds a question. If you always have to wear good pants, then all your pants must be good. Otherwise you’d run the risk of being taken to hospital in second best (or worse) pants. But then I suspect the real issue is remembering to put any pants on at all.
This morning I remembered my pants, I did try to make coffee with cold water rather than hot. (Which is really silly. I make coffee with the lovely pod machine every day, I means I don’t have to wrestle with kettles etc.) Needless to say it didn’t work.
Sue
oh blast this fog, yes t’is me. Good pants essential, my new year’s eve job is to chuck old grey undies away and replace with nice new ones, folded and placed gently in the undie draw. Then I know all is well in my world.
Given up today, decided not to wrestle with the snowy world and stop in, snow outside, fog inside!
Sue, best thing I ever bought was a one cup boiling kettle thingy, lights up blue when on so you don’t burn yourself, when the world is falling apart I am gruanteed a hot, instant cup of tea.
I am generally guaranteed a simple straightforward hot cup of coffee. I love my coffee machine. And when you like tall black coffee, short black coffee, espresso, espresso with a tiny hint of caramel, it’s the easiest thing in the world. And the pods are there, the cups are handy, no messing about with dangerous burny kettles or overheated cups. All you have to do is push the lever to the right, not the left. So why, after about 2 years of pushing the lever to the right, does my stupid brain suddenly decide ‘oh I know, let’s see what happens if we go left not right’??? Cold watery non coffee is what happens.
And on the subject of pants, I replaced a lot of pants about 6 months ago. I have now graduated to big pants. Gone are the days of saucy pants, matching pants (with other underwear), small pants, pants that are not made of 100% cotton. But then I have a lot of hospital appointments where I have to show my pants (or actually what’s under the pants) so sensible, ‘hospital ready’ pants are the order of the day in my world.
About time we talked pants instead of socks, socks, socks all the time.
Sue
The stories I could tell you about pants. It’s enough to turn your socks white!
I love nice pants…and great coffee although not at the same time DANGEROUS 
I too cannot function without my coffee machine…pod variety also! Ease and convenient americano at the push of a button.
Magic!
Roobs xx
BTW love socks too, my personal favourites are my sheep ones!
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa xx
i love stripy socks and have a big collection that i’ve gathered through the years.
my latest ones are thick thermal stripy ones.
AD bet you’re jealous eh?
…and then there’s slipper socks…
Anyone else want to chip in?
I`ve always believed your pants should have a sensible cotton gusset!
pollsx
A cotton gusset is essential- agreed
Roobs xx
I have to say, I did have a saucy pants period of a few years when a good cotton gusset wasn’t top of my list of preferences. But now (sadly) a good hefty cotton gusset is v definitely a must. As well as proper arse coverage.
Sue
It is possible to achieve the cotton gusset with manmade saucier front and rear panels although arse coverage not always the best! 
Roobs xx
There is a record called National Express by a band called The Divine Comedy in which there is a line ‘it’s hard to get by when your arse is the size of a small country’.
My arse needs the coverage these days. Very sad but true. My arse is that small country.
Plus, I think my saucy days are gone. There are many and complex reasons for this. But 'tis the truth. And it’s OK. I have my memories of the sauciness of the past.
Sue.
Most of my pants are 100% cotton and the ones that aren’t have cotton gussets. I wear midis, not full briefs. I find them as good for coverage.
My socks are mostly cotton, the exceptions being my thermal socks and some fluffy ones I have for lounging around on cold days.
Ooh cheery dragon I think we might be pants and socks sisters. But not in a pervy way. Just, snap!
Sue
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national express was my friend Lainey’s favourite song.
any memory of lainey is good.
she was taken at age 40 about 10 years ago.
so i’m off to dig the cd out now.
carole x