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Great-great-great-granddaughter gets cake

Yesterday a day of nearly no HappenStance. It was Gillian's birthday (that's Gillian who does nearly all the cover images for HappenStance), so I got up, did a couple of orders and the cheques to go to the bank, then started the birthday cake. When I opened the cupboard several things felt out, including the balsamic vinegar. The top blew off and it spattered all over my face, hair and t-shirt.

Yesterday a day of nearly no HappenStance. It was Gillian's birthday (that's Gillian who does nearly all the cover images for HappenStance), so I got up, did a couple of orders and the cheques to go to the bank, then started the birthday cake. When I opened the cupboard several things felt out, including the balsamic vinegar. The top blew off and it spattered all over my face, hair and t-shirt.

Changed t-shirt, washed most of balsamic off self. Back to cake cupboard. Got out SR flour, marg, eggs, sugar, all ready to start cake. Opened flour container. Argh! Crawling with little black weevils. Threw flour away, cleaned out whole of flour cupboard, sprayed with anti-weevil spray. Began again.

So it was a Dr Oetker's instant mix, wasn't it? The almond one which sinks in the middle, and which sank in the middle. Filled middle of cake with cream and strawberries from Blacketyside Farm where I had tea with Eleanor Livingstone on Friday. Made two and a half jars of jam with raspberries from self-same farm shop -- very expensive jam but excellent.

 

Cake

 

Packed up birthday gifts (and one jar of jam which is LOVE) to go off to Aberdour to pick up daughter and son-in-law to go to Fringe. Torrential rain meant walking through a new river on the way to the car.

However, in Edinburgh warm sunny and clear. Glorious afternoon, in fact. We went to see Dean's Dad's Ducks which was excellent. I recommend Dean's Dad's Ducks. First-rate story-telling with a few poems sneaked in. It is thoroughly enjoyable and definitely different. Absolutely performance, but not Performance Po, as such.  Nice venue too, with cafe style seats and plenty of space.

Then first session of Utter which was darker, Performance Po As Such, hotter and more claustrophobic but --good in bits, if over-miked and predicably OTT (in this case Over the Tim -- three Tim performers). It was free and should be supported and the fun count was at least 75%.

When we set off back to the station the roads were sealed off, with ambulances and fire engines all over the place, and police. We found out why when we finally made it to Waverley. A man was on the North Bridge, obviously threatening to jump, and the assembled crowd had found yet another street fest event, one even more exciting than most of the others, because real and potentially involving death. Poor soul up there on the bridge. Poor human race for goggling at the spectacle of misery and despair. Some of them were even filming him. I suppose we had all inadvertently become witnesses to his story. You can't help looking. You can't help wondering.

Ah well. Nose now back to grindstone. Night Brings Home the Crowes has gone to Dolphin Press. I feel even more sanguine about it after hearing Dean’s Dad’s Ducks, a show which celebrates the stories that families generate because if nobody celebrates these stories, they get lost.

 

Mary Crowe - Gillian's great-great-great grandmother

 

The Crowes were my great-grandmother’s family, a family of bakers. I bet they didn’t have weevils in their flour. I bet they used their flour too fast for weevils to get a look in! My mother, Kathleen Curry, has collected as many of their stories as she can remember. The last chapter links directly with Dean’s show and with the central significance of Cake, because it’s about a piece of parkin, and Dean Parkin himself

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Wednesday, 22 November 2017