Ahh, Shrove #pancake Day. Excellent. All flipped fabulously, and none stuck to the ceiling. Well. Mebbes a couple. And the one that went on top of the kitchen units. I blame it on the two females who were looking expectantly at me like hungry labradors, or similar. The five year old grandchild specimen, standing on a chair having ‘mixed’ the batter all over herself, me, and the said units, didn’t help when she picked one off the floor and said kindly: “Is it betterer with sand on”?
You just can’t get the staff, that’s what I say. What is a shrove, anyways…..?