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Confessions of a Stroud Housewife and Mother
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Vanda
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05 November 2010
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Although I have lots more stories to tell of my childhood, which I will go back to at later date, I would like to fast forward to the early 1980’s when I was married with 2 small boys.
I lived at the time in Ebley, near Stroud, with my two boys who we shall call Tom and Dick and husband Harry. I shall not use their real names in case of retributions!
My boys were about 3 and 4 ½ at the time and the eldest one went to Foxmoor Lane School and the youngest one attended the local Playgroup at St. Mathews, Cainscross a couple of times a week.
Twice a week I used to take the eldest one to School and then on to the Playgroup to deposit the younger one. I did not have any of the usual problems with crying etc, so I could give them a quick peck on the cheek and be on my way.
It was only a 15 minute walk home but on the way I passed the local “Freezer Shop” and sometimes stocked up with the usual fish fingers, chips etc. In one of the freezers were frozen cakes, puddings and ice-cream. This is where my problem started!
Amongst the usual Artic Rolls and Apple Strudels were Rum Ba-Ba’s. They were packed in 4’s and looked rather scrummy so I put a box of them in my basket, along with the fish fingers and chips and went home.
As these Rum Ba-Ba’s were frozen I took them out of the box and put them on to a plate to defrost. A couple of hours later I returned to the Playgroup and collected the youngest one and went home to get us some lunch.
After lunch I prodded the Rum Ba-Ba’s and was pleased to find they were nearly de-frosted. Self control went out of the window, I just had to have one. Although it was not quite defrosted it tasted wonderful, the juice dribbling down my chin all sticky and glorious. I was getting into a right mess. My youngest boy was looking longingly at me and this cake but I thought that as he was only about 3 years old maybe it was not a good thing to let him have something quite so sweet and he ended up with something more appropriate for his age – a biscuit – poor little lad!
They weren’t that big so after eating one I helped myself to another one! At this point I felt quick sick as they were quick sweet and I did consume two within a short space of time so I had a cup of tea and led down on the sun bed in the garden for a quick snooze and to let my tummy settle down.
By now it was getting on for the time to collect the eldest one from School so I struggled up from the sun bed grasping my still full stomach, get the youngest out of the paddling pool after a bit of protest and walked to the School which was only a short walk away. Back home now with the two boys in tow, I made them a quick sandwich so they could last until tea time and left them playing quite happily in the paddling pool.
I went back into the Kitchen to wash up and put the lunch things away and came across the 2 remaining Rum Ba-Ba’s.
It was at this point that I have to confess my sins. I had originally planned that my husband and I were to have two of these cakes each. But having eaten 2 of them I could not bear the fact that when he came home from work he would have 2 lovely sticky cakes waiting for him but having eaten mine I would have none.
So making sure the boys were still happily playing in the garden so they would not witness what I was about to do, I ate the other 2 ! Well, what can I say apart from I staggered out into the garden once more, fell on the sun bed clutching my rapidly expanding stomach , and led there for quite some time trying to recover.
Time was now marching on and my husband would soon be home for tea! I suddenly thought about the packaging which the Rum Ba-Ba’s came in. I jumped up quickly, or as quickly as I could with my bloated stomach, and grabbed the empty box along with a box of matches. Clutching the box I went back into the garden and put the box into the garden incinerator and set fire to it to destroy the evidence!
Now all I had to do was to get my husband and the boys some tea. Well, after eating all the Rum Ba-Ba’s that was easier said than done! I was feeling so full up and sick that the thought of any more food made me feel quite peculiar. After rummaging through the cupboards and freezer I decided I knew what we were all having – SALAD came to mind. So my poor husband who worked hard all day and who no doubt was looking forward to a hearty tea came home to salad and no pudding!
I also have to confess that I did not do this once but a number of times and never got found out.
I now realize where I got this from. My dear departed Gran used to go into Stroud and buy a family sized fresh cream and jam Victoria Sandwich and help herself to a large slice. One slice was never enough for her so she would have another slice only to discover there was not enough for my Mum, Sister and myself when we came home so she would end up eating the entire sponge. Enough said!
I lived at the time in Ebley, near Stroud, with my two boys who we shall call Tom and Dick and husband Harry. I shall not use their real names in case of retributions!
My boys were about 3 and 4 ½ at the time and the eldest one went to Foxmoor Lane School and the youngest one attended the local Playgroup at St. Mathews, Cainscross a couple of times a week.
Twice a week I used to take the eldest one to School and then on to the Playgroup to deposit the younger one. I did not have any of the usual problems with crying etc, so I could give them a quick peck on the cheek and be on my way.
It was only a 15 minute walk home but on the way I passed the local “Freezer Shop” and sometimes stocked up with the usual fish fingers, chips etc. In one of the freezers were frozen cakes, puddings and ice-cream. This is where my problem started!
Amongst the usual Artic Rolls and Apple Strudels were Rum Ba-Ba’s. They were packed in 4’s and looked rather scrummy so I put a box of them in my basket, along with the fish fingers and chips and went home.
As these Rum Ba-Ba’s were frozen I took them out of the box and put them on to a plate to defrost. A couple of hours later I returned to the Playgroup and collected the youngest one and went home to get us some lunch.
After lunch I prodded the Rum Ba-Ba’s and was pleased to find they were nearly de-frosted. Self control went out of the window, I just had to have one. Although it was not quite defrosted it tasted wonderful, the juice dribbling down my chin all sticky and glorious. I was getting into a right mess. My youngest boy was looking longingly at me and this cake but I thought that as he was only about 3 years old maybe it was not a good thing to let him have something quite so sweet and he ended up with something more appropriate for his age – a biscuit – poor little lad!
They weren’t that big so after eating one I helped myself to another one! At this point I felt quick sick as they were quick sweet and I did consume two within a short space of time so I had a cup of tea and led down on the sun bed in the garden for a quick snooze and to let my tummy settle down.
By now it was getting on for the time to collect the eldest one from School so I struggled up from the sun bed grasping my still full stomach, get the youngest out of the paddling pool after a bit of protest and walked to the School which was only a short walk away. Back home now with the two boys in tow, I made them a quick sandwich so they could last until tea time and left them playing quite happily in the paddling pool.
I went back into the Kitchen to wash up and put the lunch things away and came across the 2 remaining Rum Ba-Ba’s.
It was at this point that I have to confess my sins. I had originally planned that my husband and I were to have two of these cakes each. But having eaten 2 of them I could not bear the fact that when he came home from work he would have 2 lovely sticky cakes waiting for him but having eaten mine I would have none.
So making sure the boys were still happily playing in the garden so they would not witness what I was about to do, I ate the other 2 ! Well, what can I say apart from I staggered out into the garden once more, fell on the sun bed clutching my rapidly expanding stomach , and led there for quite some time trying to recover.
Time was now marching on and my husband would soon be home for tea! I suddenly thought about the packaging which the Rum Ba-Ba’s came in. I jumped up quickly, or as quickly as I could with my bloated stomach, and grabbed the empty box along with a box of matches. Clutching the box I went back into the garden and put the box into the garden incinerator and set fire to it to destroy the evidence!
Now all I had to do was to get my husband and the boys some tea. Well, after eating all the Rum Ba-Ba’s that was easier said than done! I was feeling so full up and sick that the thought of any more food made me feel quite peculiar. After rummaging through the cupboards and freezer I decided I knew what we were all having – SALAD came to mind. So my poor husband who worked hard all day and who no doubt was looking forward to a hearty tea came home to salad and no pudding!
I also have to confess that I did not do this once but a number of times and never got found out.
I now realize where I got this from. My dear departed Gran used to go into Stroud and buy a family sized fresh cream and jam Victoria Sandwich and help herself to a large slice. One slice was never enough for her so she would have another slice only to discover there was not enough for my Mum, Sister and myself when we came home so she would end up eating the entire sponge. Enough said!
