Not Going To See The Queen

On last night's local news they said the Queen would be visiting Nottingham this morning.... I asked the 13 year-old if he wanted me to spring him out of school for the day so we could go and watch her *doing some waving* on the town hall balcony, and, like, see her in the flesh. He didn't. It felt odd to imagine myself going, sans children, so I didn't either.

And, on the subject of the recent Jubilee, ignoring the Gary Barlow-Paul McCartney fiasco, this is what we did. Yes, we had some cakes! And I *might have watched the odd bit of tv coverage too*.....

Note, they are NOT cup-cakes!

And I am going to frame this fabulous retro, jubilee-edition cereal packaging.

Because I LOVES  the typography and colours.

And the boys both think it's an excellent idea too.... win-win :)

"The Cupcake Industry"

Ha! I'm putting my loathing of "The Cupcake Industry" into print! I may have to go into hiding, from teenage girls and domestic goddesses, but hey... Don't get me wrong. Cakes are practically my staple diet. And small cakes are ok but I'd really prefer them to be Fondant Fancies if they have to be individually portioned.

What I really hate about cupcakes is the damn "industry" - the whole aisle in Lakeland devoted to the paraphernalia, the wholesome twee cutesiness, the symbolism... Its all part of that thing that young girls do now, screeching at each other, and hugging, when in fact they've actually only seen each other the day before. I know about this. I work in a college. Its dreadful..... Sociologists will probably put "The Cupcake Industry" in the same chapter as  Cath Kidston,  fake-retro kitchenalia ie mass-produced pastel-coloured tins, skinny lattes, intonation in speech, and Ugg boots.