Secret Service

I was sitting at the table in The Old Smithy working away, waiting for some marmalade to cook. In walks daughter-in-law Tania and Samuel, just 1 year - and Batman.

Batman lifted the corner of his mask 'Don't worry Nanny, it's only me' Phew! For a moment there . . .he had come to see Daddy, working upstairs. 'Be careful on the stairs Batman!' 'It's alright - I have a cape.'

It's been a strange day - really, really busy email-wise. Making more marmalade, devising a new recipe for a chutney - secret at the moment. Finalising details to demonstrate at a large show in the Summer - secret at the moment. Talking to a major new client - erm, still secret oh - and agreeing to supply a local community shop - can't say about that yet either. Meeting to discuss major new scheme I have planned for you - guess what? No, I can't! Golly - just call me 'M'!

I am hugely excited by all of these things, even though I can't share them with you just yet but nevertheless I still have to go home soon and tackle the cliff face of ironing. My life isn't all rock and roll you know.

Before the jam season finally begins I thought I would share with you a poem sent to me by Brian Cusworth and written by his long suffering wife Shirley - he said it was alright for me to tell you about this!

Strawberry Jam

 

I have a sticky kitchen,
It’s full of strawberry jam,
Put there by my husband,
Cross? Oh yes I am!
 
On the kitchen surface,
And the cupboard door,
It’s even on the tea towel,
And on the kitchen floor!
 
‘How will it be cleaned?’ I ask,
As I see my husband run,
I guess it will be me again,
When all is said and done!

Don't forget the new Master Classes - details on FaceBook - Rosie Makes It Easy

There are spaces on some of the regular classes also

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