Thanks to the generosity (or was it greed?) of my colleagues at work, we raised £115 for Send a Cow last week. The mountain of cakes, biscuits, cheese straws and sausage rolls didn’t even survive the day – well, two pathetic pieces of shortbread did but they were soon devoured the next morning. Some people couldn’t even wait until “opening hours” - a sorrowful email, an hour early, triggered off the descending hordes, tucking into the calories while donating pennies. What a great way to raise money!
I have to say a big thanks to friends and colleagues who did the baking – one friend even had the cheek to rope in her mother-in-law (and then secretly admitted that it was just to keep her out of the way!). Another didn’t think that I would be able to produce enough cakes so went overboard to ensure that we would have something edible to sell (L: now, I really know what you think of my baking!) She wasn’t far wrong as a cake I made disintegrated as I took it out of the tin – husband and dogs didn’t complain as they wolfed down the crumbs.
Don’t worry folks, we’ll repeat it before too long, provided I can find more volunteers. And those of you who remember the West Street charity cake sales, my mother’s carrot cake will be on the menu (selling at a premium) but first I’ve got to twist her arm.