The one where she wanted to make a gingerbread house forgetting one important factor

Some things who may or may not know about me:
Series one, part one:

* I would love to make a ginger bread house. I always thought it was sooo Christmassy. I got all the ingredients for a basic one (I could not afford all the other decorations and stuff for it, and besides it's not even Christmas yet!) and got all excited as I thought "I haven't baked anything in ages!"


After work I searched like a demon for sugar, flour, dropped lottery tickets etc in a VERY busy supermarket, (which I detest) and paid quite a price for everything to boot! Then I waited 45 minutes on a bus which was full of sulky, screeching teenage school girls, who kept on banging me on the head with their book filled school bags as they the were making use the bus alise, pretending they were in a episode of project runway. I then dragged the seven bags of shopping (SOLELY made up of the gingerbread ingredients, plus a big bag of M&Ms. I was feeling naughty.) down my trillion mile long street.

I heaved the bags up the six flights of ungodly stairs and burst into my kitchen, collapsed on the floor, sweat weeping out of me,(well, it is a heatwave in July not December Claire.....) bags everywhere. As I gazed up I noticed a gaping hole in my oven and suddenly remembered it had blown up not so long ago.Ahh, so that's why I haven't baked in ages. THE BLOODY OVEN DOES NOT WORK.

Heavy with heart and BO, I vowed to make a pact with myself to make a gingerbread house if it dammed well killed me!
(exaggeration there, maybe if it give me the cold or something) and also to find some armpit perfume soon because I stunk! So here it is:

A much healthier version too, if I don't say so myself, (although the seashells can bit slightly crunchy and have sea salty taste.)
Now that you have read this tripe which I thank you for, go on over to our friend Sarah and show her some support and promise me that you will give her a hug.