Saturday, 17 March 2012

Saturday Morning

By 10:30 am this morning, I had already baked a cake, ate some cake, went down to the library and back home again.
It was my mum's birthday yesterday.
So I baked an upside-down pineapple cake with the help of my brother.
I tried to make a caramel topping, but burnt the sugar.
I made another caramel topping, by melting the butter in the microwave.
It was a pool of oil. I stirred the sugar in.
I improvised and poured some honey everywhere, onto the pineapple, the 'caramel', the cake mix.
It was very nice.
I will put it on the pudding leader board (on the tab above).

On my way down to the library there was couple with a poodle having a very loud rant with another man about prime ministers and stuff.
I didn't really know what they were talking about.
Just stuff about 'he wasn't even elected', and 'just sits there all day and people are fighting'......
Then I walked past and they all said 'morning!' and then a pause.
Pause.
Then they continued to rant.

Carried on walking. Saw a lot of people going to the rugby club. Had a charming conversation with a year 7 kid from my mentoring form (class I help to 'settle in' to school).
It went like this:
Me - 'Rugby?'
Him - 'Yeah.'
Me - 'Have fun.'

Library. There were old people there. And me. But I found the Welsh for beginners stuff. So I queued in the queue with one woman in front of me. And listened to their conversation.
'Hope you have a lovely weekend.'
'It's supposed to rain in the afternoon.'
'Oh no!'

Gah, I like eavesdropping.

And there is my account of a Saturday morning. I feel ill already. I'm never going to wake up so early ever again.

Goodbye

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