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Hello,

My mummy writes the big sensible blogs here normally where she pretends to be good at craft and stuff. But have you ever had any of her cakes? Ahem. Lets just say the victora sponge she made for my birthday took her two attempts, a whole heap of words I’m not supposed to hear and apparently forced her to drink a whole lot of mummy juice afterwards. I don’t know what’s in mummy juice, but my mum seems rather keen on it and she won’t let me have any, even though it looks nice and she claims that its kinda fruit based so it would probably count towards my five a day.

Anyway, she looked a bit knackered after out most recent 4am chat  so I thought I would do a blog for her and share the yummy cakes I made yesterday at the childminders. Check these bad boys out.

Chocolate. Cornflakes. General yummyness. The cornflakes have (probably) got some vitamins added to them, the chocolate looks good when I dribble it down my white tshirt or wipe my chocolatey hands on the new tele. (Go ahead and judge people, but I made it very clear to mummy and daddy that when the tele and fridge both broke last week the one that needed replacing first was the one with Makka Pacca)

Mummy will probably do a proper sensible blog here next week, but in the meantime, feel free to nominate me for any of big blogging awards, or at least comment. No one wants a toddler checking their wordpress to find no comments in there. That’s almost as annoying as when mummy failed to make the helicopters come back the other day. I’m probably gonna need therapy for that.

Love and chocolate dribbles,

jacob x

 

I’m not going to lie to you, I am well chuffed with this. Yep, that’s right, rather than a thinky blog, a moany blog or a slightly staring at my navel while thinking about wine blog its a ‘hey, check me out!’ blog. Be honest though, you’d be pleased too, right?

I like thick, chunky statement jewellery, something that people will notice. Hey, if I’m going to spend money on it or make it myself then I don’t want something that nobody will see and I’ll forget I’m even wearing it. And I made it myself! Who’d have thought it, eh?

The bracelet is copper that’s been annealed, which to the uninitiated (ie me, a couple of weeks back) basically means whacking a bit of copper with a hammer and then going slightly mental at it with a blow torch. And then doing it again and again. Heaven!

Having removed all your stress onto a piece of metal you then open the bracelet up and POW! Where your dull copper was is now bright pinks and oranges, colours born out of the darkness. It reminds me of the northern lights, of seeing unexpected colours where they shouldn’t be, or maybe of letting my son go crazy with the crayolas. My brother in law and soon to be sister in law are getting married this weekend, it may be getting an outing then.

So, last week I was in Wales. And you are correct to feel totally jealous at this, who knew it would be so nice? It’s like Cornwall but without all the overpriced tourist stuff, fantastic! Anyway, as part of the grand tour we visited Ye Olde Worlde tea Rooms, otherwise known as Aunty Vi’s. Basically, it’s Vi’s gaff and you ask her, or one of her relatives for some cake, and then they bring you out some cake. Hang on. I haven’t sold that as well as I should do have I? Lets start again.

This is Aunty Vi’s gaff

Nice huh? And along you wander to her front door where there is a door bell. ‘Ring for service’. Ding Ding! And then out pops a woman, quite obviously from the front room where they are watching Countdown or something else fabulous that I would like to spend all day in front of.

“Hello, do you know what you want?”

“Umm…not yet”

“Ok, well ring the bell when you do know” and off she pops again to see what Carol Vorderman’s up too.

Trying to force feed the child cake. Normal levels of parenting skills here.

I love this on so many levels. One the, hey, I’m busy trying to watch tele, please don’t bother me aspect, then the fact that you just sit in their front garden, not even in the house because this is their house you know and they are busy doing stuff, that they don’t have highchairs (which I suspect is because they don’t want to encourage children like mine who kicked off) and of course a doorbell that you ring to get cake?! Ring for cake?! HELL YES!!! I have only seen this beaten by a restaurant in London which has a ‘ring for Champagne’ button. How could you not ring?! Its like the real life ‘eat me’ moment in Alice in Wonderland and lord knows I never knowingly turn down cake or champagne. Reader, I’m not going to lie to you, I had three cakes.

All this got me thinking though, Aunty Vi is in her 80’s and its still her business. Can you imagine doing your job at 80? I think contractually I can’t comment on my desire to do my job at 80 but you can probably get my point. So what else? Because unfortunately we do all die at some stage and I’m a great believer in the concept that no one lies on their death bed wishing they’d spent more time in the office, but likewise we all have gas, electricity and the occasional afternoon tea with 3 cakes to pay for.

Birds, also on a cake frenzy

So if you’re not doing your dream job, the one where you make homemade cakes all day, hang out with your family and watch countdown, do try and set the wheels in motion for what you want to do because we all have a story of someone we know that it’s passed to quickly for. I don’t know what my job at 80 is, I’m loving silversmithng and love the idea of playing with a blow-torch at 80 in my normal irresponsible way, I enjoy sewing but can’t see that ever paying the bills and of course, I do write, which I always forget is the hobby I’ve had forever.

Whatever you’re up to today, enjoy it, and always ring the bell for more.