Flashback episode
No bread this week because I am a VIP member of the sandwich generation, and I needed to press pause to be a daughter to my mum, and a mum to my daughter. Suspended between my two best women, with the enormous privilege of being able to improve both their weeks.
This is the stuff of life for me. An unexpectedly fun and long chat in a waiting room, that I have thought back on several times since. Having time to make a stack of pancakes with golden syrup to boost morale.
I end the week with the bakery finances at zero, but the family bonds tied, and a sticky ring on my worktop where the syrup tin was.
Every Monday evening I drop my daughter at Cubs, then rush home to my son to watch Friends reruns with him while I sort out my week’s bakery spreadsheet. We both look forward to these evenings.
In every series of Friends they reel out a Flashback episode, topped and tailed by the characters saying ‘of course that’s not how it always was.….’
In the absence of bread this week, here is my version for the benefit of newer readers who may not have discovered the Bradbourne Bakery archives; and established readers who have memories as poor as mine.
To illustrate my colander-brain, I recently got excited that Primal Fear was on Netflix and suggested to Steve that we watch it as it’s meant to be good. He looked at me, and blinked slowly.
We watched it 2 weeks ago.
The whole thing?? Was I there?
You were there. Edward Norton made you uncomfortable. You admired Gere’s hair unit and kind eyes.
Was I drinking?
You were drinking peppermint tea. You thought it was quite good and you didn’t see the end coming.
Well I sure wouldn’t see the end coming the second time round either! Value for money!
So, for anyone else whose memory instantly repels anything cultural because you’re too preoccupied with keeping your children and parents alive etc., here are some flashbacks from the last 6 months:
The One Where We All Cried In Stuttgart
The One With The A-List Wedding
The One With Grandma’s House On Rightmove
The One Where I Started A Fire In A Cinema
The One Where Kate Threw Her Hummus In A Hedge
The One Where I Got Dumped By Email
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I thought I was the only one who admired Gere’s kind eyes! Do you also note his nostril sighs?
Of course, he’s doesn’t hold a candle to Gene Wilder in the kind eyes department.