|"when will the cake be here, dearest Mamma?"|
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
where are the people with cakes?
Whenever I read the blogs, someone has baked a cake for their fellow blogger or their child's beloved teacher or for Sadie, who is upset over the lost umbrella, and they have taken a lovely photo of the cake before they pop out to deliver it. By the law of averages, I tell myself, some of those cakes should be on their way to me. But no. I have looked repeatedly out the front window and no one is there at the door with a cake.
On a day like this, when folding away the laundry is a weary business, not to speak of emptying the dishwasher and being crippled in the attempt to cull my possessions by a fallacious correlation between the price paid for the dress I will never, ever wear and how long I should keep it, cake would be welcome. Why am I being singled out to receive no altruistic cake?