Payback is a Bitch – Follow on.

Well we survived the deed and it was funny!

The shrill cry of “oh no, who has eaten my cake” resounded around the kitchen with echo’s rebounding around the room in a kind of staccato manner, pronounced with definition and with a touch of panic! It was great.

We let the culprit express herself fully and her range was good and Sandra and I particularly liked the renaming ceremony and new found street cred in our new names. We were one moment a pair of tosser’s and then bankers, well it sounded like bankers.

What was priceless was the look of absolute disbelief on the culprit’s face that we could be so idiotic to eat her cake. Why would you do it? She wailed, “it was in a bag”. I particularly liked her face when after a few minutes, the uneaten portion of the cake on a plate was offered back and she said” what am I going to do with that”? To which Sandra offered that “it could be put back and smoothed in”

Apoplectic with an element of self-control would adequately describe the scene!

Apparently the cake was for Nicola to give to Scott on his birthday and Sam seemed to think that Nicola and Scott would miss the small piece that we had cut. For some reason that seemed to be a problem. Sandra and I think they would have been ok without that piece!

After about 5 minutes of letting the culprit panic, I said if she gave me a peck I could fix it. The look will stay with me forever, absolutely withering. I then went to get the culprit’s cake and when I came out with a Marks and Spencer’s bag and insisted on a peck, confusion would be the word that most aptly described the look along with “that bag had better have a cake in it the same as the original cake”

Relief at seeing an intact cake, the one that she had bought got me the peck on my cheek, along with a few laughs. Really, good fun and what a gotcha!

She is still asking why we would do something like this and go all the way to Doncaster. She just cannot believe that us two old, what was it tossers? would do something like this. Of course the answer is because were mean, along with the missing wine.

A wider answer would be that it is probably a last ditch attempt by Sandra and I to be relevant in some way to the culprit, or put a better way, not to be totally taken for granted, but that’s another story.