Cake tastes better together…


This week I will be contributing to Macmillan’s 25th anniversary Coffee Morning…

There comes a little sting to me,

That whilst on chemotherapy,

The things I couldn’t tolerate,

Were mornings, tea and coffee.

Ironic, so it is, to bake,

For raising funds, a sugary cake,

To care, but not to celebrate,

To treat tumours with toffee….

I shall wear my t shirt proudly, knowing a fraction of what cancer can do and hopefully being more helpful than dribbly… But let’s not forget that we are sharing good cake for those who possibly wouldn’t like a slice, but that is fair as we wouldn’t want to be in their shoes either 🙂

This photo of my daughter and I is from last year, but the dynamic duo will be together doing it all again! You can support my work any time, because fundraising is for life, not just for coffee morning!

Holding on…

Slide1When I joined a trial for an online course in the autumn of 2013 I had no idea that I would make lasting friendships, we have ups and downs but still stand together and in a week when one amongst us is struggling, my aunt has successfully had another lung tumour removed and the cat will be having a suspicious lumpectomy (even my cat may have cancer, don’t laugh!) I think of that special friendship with gratitude…

You’re holding on,

and we are too

a snail’s trail,

what can we do?

The smiles,


the miles and miles

of time

are mine,

yet still you shine.

Such antics,

with a comic rhyme…

I miss the diss’,

a match

for me

I’ll never be

a patch,

on such a sassy lass.

you’re always more,

I’m keeping score,

inside my soul,

my life, my heart,

an honour

to still play a part…

If you have been affected by cancer you might find this type of online course helpful too

Design for Giving…


As coffee morning approaches I had to give it a little go….

(apologies to Flanders and Swann)

We’re terribly Marks and Spencer at number 89,

I’ve baked a cake, make no mistake,

The butter icing’s fine!

We’re terribly battenburgh biscuits -there’s chit chat without ends,

The muffin tarts with chocolate hearts,

To share with likemind friends,

We’ve planned an uninhibited, drop in and sip event,

Pavlovas won’t relent,

In case of rain, a tent.

We don’t know if you’ll like it,

But we’re sieving floury sure,

Chin chin, chin up we’ll raise a cup together!

It’s fearfully “cafe matin” at number 89,

Très, très very contemporary,

The creme anglaise sublime,

We’re serving in the parlour, off mother’s best cake stand,

Victoria sponges grand,

Silver pot in hand.

We’re doing this ensemble,

(And dessicated) but sure,

We’ll lick those sticky fingers together!

It doesn’t mention cancer and won’t give you useful advice, in fact the idea of me inviting people round for tea is quite hilarious in itself, even before we discuss my total inability to bake (or eat) cake!  But I wanted to do something and playing the fool comes easy…