Wednesday, 4 August 2010
Christ Almighty! I only wanted a fondant fancy.
There was a manticore in the cake tin. A small one, mind, but still...
I opened the lid and a whirling ball of teeth, claws and posionous spines shot out straight for my face. Luckily, my reflexes hadn't taken the day off so I managed to duck and avoid the little monster whose face looked strangely familiar.
Gods only know where it is now, though. It shot across the kitchen, ricocheted off the oven door and disappeared behind the fridge. I would pull the fridge out to take a look but I'm rather concerned at what else may be lurking down there. Especially as it's been a while since SP has cleaned behind it.
Maybe it'll eat all the crumbs and teabags that I'm positive hibernate down there?