When I was young
And just a child
I loved to bake with Mum
We weighed the flour
And greased the tins
Oh, it was such fun
Buns and cakes
We would make
The bowl and spoon licked clean
And pasties and pies
All golden brown
Were the best I’ve ever seen
My favourite part
Of baking with Mum
Was rolling the pastry out
I spent lots of time
Making shapes out of mine
And was a curious grey when done
It puzzled me though
When Mum rolled hers out
Why she made a clicking sound
But when I rolled mine
There was never a noise
And the answer I never found
But now I have grown
With kids of my own
And we’re doing the pastry thing
And the answer I found
To the curious sound
Is of course my wedding ring!
Jenny Hamon
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- Rolling Out The Pastry - Jenny Hamon
- Rage Against My Machine - Ian Renouf-Watkins
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- The Man from Mars - John E. Blaise
- You Shouldn’t Have… - Janet
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- The Shadow - Rod Ferbrache
- The Christmas Season - Jenny Hamon
- Mirror - John E Blaise
- It Doesn’t Count at Christmas - Diane Scantlebury
- The Nativity Play - Jenny Hamon
- Will The Revolution Be On Facebook? - Andrew Barham
- Bane-Herbs - Chris Hudson
- Christmas Came Too Early - Diane Scantlebury
- Christmas - John E Blaise
- No Idea - Andrew Barham
- The Changing Scenes of Christmas - Rod Ferbrache
- Whatever the Season Throws - Diane Scantlebury
- A Death In The Life - Lyndon Queripel
- My New Car - Jenny Hamon
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- Wunderkind! - Chris Hudson
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