Whilst washing down the milking parlour this morning I had a bit of a brain flash. I often do when I’m washing down because I do it on automatic pilot more often than not so my brain is free to ramble off and talk to itself. Since Gordon and I have been together, every time we have an occasion be it Christmas, birthday or anniversary and I unbox a shop-bought cake, my mother-in-law always – and I mean ALWAYS without fail – asks “did you make that yourself dear?” I usually reply with “of course, then I boxed it up and have just now unpacked it”, to cover the fact that the question has irritated me and made me feel like a ‘bad’ housewife. I suddenly realised this morning that in the whole time I’ve known her – some thirty years – I have never seen her make a cake or been offered a home-made cake.
No more guilt-trips for me!