Muffinmania

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Do you remember the "big box of ginger biscuits" scandal? Well, we were still REELING from THAT when THIS happened.

I need to stop Caro from online shopping.

On Tuesday, she managed to get a delivery slot from one of the big supermarkets. Which was exciting because they have been impossible to get since mid-March.

But possibly TOO exciting because Caro went muffin MAD, as you can see. I am not sure what brought this on. I certainly didn't ask for muffins. Yet muffins was what we got. Twenty-four of them. Best before April 23rd, I might add. 

Caro had one of them on Tuesday.

"Yuck," she said. "I was hoping they would be nicer than this."

So now you are up to speed and understand why I have been eating nothing but f***ing muffins since Tuesday. This picture is out of date by now the way. I finished punnet one and am now well into punnet two. This is because I am from Yorkshire and cannot abide waste. 

The other two punnets have been tetrissed into the freezer by the way. "Best before," indeed. I shall "best before" THEM.

S.