2010

I was pleased to smell another kitchen triumph. As I entered the room, I had the unusual experience of smelling the icing on a cake before the cake itself. The large cake sagged under the pressure of so much icing and the entire dish was similarly drenched with gooey goodness. I think the cake was slowly sliding, as if by continental drift.

Stephanie grabbed a knife and sunk it in; the blade was wholly consumed. As she brought the blade upwards, the icing clung to the top of the knife, creating a sugary tent. We gave little squeals of anticipation as she began butchering her voluptuous creation.

I hadn't eaten a really good meal in a while. My parents are away, which means we have to sort meals ourselves. So far, I'd had oats and banana for breakfast, rice with salsa for lunch and weetbix for tea. Obviously, a good spot of home baking would go down well.

I had missed the lasagne (pronounced la-zah-ng lol) that she'd cooked for tea as I went to church. I arrived in time for the cake though, so all was good. My first piece was fantastic, my second; slightly uncooked near the centre. I felt a little sick, since I couldn't avoid the temptation of unbaked goods.

We tried to resume a board game, but no one was really into it. We submitted to our lethargy and watched TV. I found a quiet corner and started to fall asleep. We went home around 12, I was pretty knackered.

The night before we'd had people over. I had worked all day and my parents had woken me early as they left for their holiday. I got to bed at 2, then was woken at 9 by a text from my mum asking 'are you awake?' Well yes, I am now.



I think I might go to sleep for a bit. I've been super tired lately, I think puberty is still having its way with me.