Is this retirement?

Wednesday night was fine until Jude heard an awful 'tinny' sound coming from the kitchen. It was the sound of the frying pan being moved around. A very dodgy stomach had followed shortly after hearing this very same sound on 'Pancake Tuesday' in Chandler Street as Marguerite prepared some 'pancakes'. After sampling the creations Jude commented, 'hey Marguerite, they're nice enough'. But Marguerite being no dozer quickly detected an air of bullshit in Jude's response and mumbled something about crap American flour and at least she tried. Jude considered putting a post on the blog then but didn't bother, thinking folks would just not be interested nor did he want to curb Marguerite's enthusiasm.

So on Ash Wednesday (aye the next day) this whole cycle was repeated with the only difference being that this time 'there was too much salt in the American butter'. Again a posting was considered but withheld.

So when the awful tinny' sound was heard again last night Jude immediately feared the worst. And the worst is exactly what he got, and three helpings of it into the bargain. Not even half a bottle of that syrupy diesel could save him this time. So rather than suffer it alone he decided to share it with you here. Marguerite stood over Jude watching him eat these things while appearing to take some kind of morbid pleasure out of watching him suffer, just like Ant & Dec do in that jungle programme.

So a brave Jude decided to tell Marguerite that perhaps this was as good a time as any to retire from the baking business. He tried to ease the bump by saying 'Marguerite all people have different qualities and baking may not be your bag'. 'It's my new hobby while in Boston', replied Marguerite. Says I, 'That's all fair and good mate but I would prefer to live long enough to sample another breaky in TK One sometime, thanks all the same!