A black hole...

.....has appeared in our kitchen. Or more precisely in the freezer as a result of the disappearance of platefuls of muffins lst Saturday.

As you may know black holes are very dangerous. Go too near and you may be sucked in never to return. Tiger the cat is even more suspicious of the freezer door than usual. A very wise cat.

Something has to be done. The fish man came last week and did his best but it may well be Christmas before the disturbance in the universe is restored. Then mince pies come into their own and the BB organise their annual mince pie bake. Timelord's efforts are puny by comparison but freezer space will be needed.

In the meantime there have been noises made about all the muffins at the wedding disappearing before some friends could put their hands on one...or two...or three... of their favourite flavours.

I will have to think about baking a special limited edition of the mincemeat variety. Question is should they be used as a send off for EB on his way to Mozambique or kept back with his missus to make sure he returns?