Well this week was my last glorious working hours in my current workplace and I move onto a new project on monday. I made it clear to my boss, (now ex) that if I didn’t like it, I was pretty much re-insterting myself into the staff team and replacing myself at the new project with a blow up doll and an internal tape machine which laughs heartily every couple of minutes….that should fool them and bide me some time. She seemed to welcome this so…..SCORE!
Anyways, an array of cakes were purchsed this week for my untimely (demise?) departure, and it has to be said that the French Fancy is probably my favourite cake. I’ve never really thought about cakes before, in a favourite capacity, but this one I liked….lots of fondanty icing and fake cream(which is my favourite) and of course pretty flowers made of icing. My work mates, unforunately, had to witness the madness ensuing of me bouncing off the walls for the next hour or so due to the high levels of Enumbers secreeting out of me from the cake. Thankfully it was in all good fun. But I was extremely embaressed when I finally came down, only to find out that I had ’butt danced’ several members of staff, both male and female. I deny it all of course and will continue for as long a I can draw breath! But all I’d like to say is, who needs alcohol, when you can have cake!
To end I would also like to ask, what is your favourite cake? Upside down cake? Carrot? Banana? MIssissippi mud cake? Apple Turnerover? And why? Enumber heaven?Chocolatey goodness? or just that gooey feeling?