Let them me eat cake

Sorry, more monkee safety advice will have to wait. It appears that there are some unfortunate souls in the world who don't know what Dime cake is. How tragic. So, Suzy and Trek ..... this is Dime cake .....

(make that Daim cake, if you're Swedish)

..... and here it is up close and personal in the restaurant .....

(.... the great thing about having a slice of Dime cake at half nine in the morning is that you can by-pass all those conventional types queueing up for bacon and sausages and get to the shopping part more quickly!)

..... and here it is with Smashie trying to get in on the act .....

(as I knew that my hands were going to be rather full, taking 007 was out of the question so I popped the vicious chicken's Smashie into my bag. Thanks, VC, he was the perfect size for this trip ..... and hardly anyone noticed!)

As requested by Patti, we went looking for storage jars .....

..... not sure which size you wanted though, Patti, was it these big ones?

..... or these tiny ones ...... ?

Or maybe it was even this kind ......

We also checked out the wardrobes for you, but I couldn't fit one of those into my yellow bag, so sorry, I didn't bother getting one ......

I spent some time, as I always do, imagining that I live in one of those lovely little studio apartment mock-ups ......

..... just me and the monkees .......

And then I just got carried away and started snapping Smashie all over the shop!

..... performing in an impromptu puppet show ...... (I think the one on the right was a bit scared of the new addition to the cast)

.... being bathed in a "Miss-Ellie" glow ....

...... trying to blend-in in the toy section ......

..... testing the beds .....






...... and the sofa's ......

..... wondering what these were (never having seen dusters before) ......

..... and just generally monkeying around.

Until we got asked to leave. Ok, so someone had noticed after all.* But we had fun while we were there.

Today is my last day of holiday - why oh why do holiday days go so much faster than work days?? And so far this week I've made the princely total of ..... one bag .... pathetic, I know. So today is all about monkee production. No computer, no trips out, no cake ..... until at least ten thirty .... just monkee making.

Before I go though, I keep forgetting to post a link to Dave ..... sorry Sharon, so here it is. And if you do drop by, please reassure Dave that he hasn't got a lardy arse .... it's perfectly in proportion!

* I didn't really get thrown out of Ikea. RGH rang, asked me how much I'd spent, then asked me to leave. Immediately.