It's rather ironic that they are being asked to conserve water.

We get flooding like that but I can't imagine having large crocodiles rising with the waters.
yikes!

Where are you, Venice?

Let me check. * looks out the window* nope. No gondolas. I guess not.

sigh, I so wish for a ride in a gondola. :yelsick:

I should have said, flooding as in that photo minus the gator.

Vegas has gondolas. ;)

Vegas should see a doctor and get rid of it.

It can't, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

Last night I tried a new recipe and made a strawberry bundt cake with strawberry glaze.
It wasn't perfect - I used my super-strong American gel colour to tint it rosy pink and forgot just how strong it is - there was something vaguely medical perhaps even tumerous about the red cake and crumbs... And I put too much cornflour in the galze - it was perfect consistency, but I could taste the flour. Needed more flavour perhaps.

I didn't even take a photo of it.

Dads dropped me off at school, as he always does when I have a cake to carry. The glaze had set it onto the plate, which was covered with the cake tin, despite Mum worrying it wasn't safe. It was, perfectly safe.

So there is a bit of to-ing and fro-ing when we reach school. I was super-early but there are always cars parking, dropping off, trying to get back out, trying to get it. Dad wanted to pull forward into a proper space but a lady was illegally parked opposite and he didn't want to block the road, so suggested I got out there.

All well and good. Except I did not know or see that there were mid-calf-high bollards in the grass verge to prevent people from pulling up on it. Trip. Fall. Smash. I went arse over tit, the cake smosshed into my arm and chest, the empty tin went rolling down the street and I just sat there, in the mud, surrounded by broken cake and trying not to cry.

Too add insult to injury, one of the Dads sprinted across the road to help, not realising the red explosion he had seen when I went down was in fact yummy strawberry bundt cake and not blood. I just looking up at him and said sadly, "It's not blood. It's cake." Bless him for his reation of course. He went to help me up but I declined, having muddy, cakey, glazed red hands.

Dad brought me back home and when he opened the door what was the first thing Mum said? "I TOLD you you should have put it in a tin!" She did redeem herself after my shower and change of clothes, by offering me a cup of tea and being impressed that I preferred to go straight back to school.

And after all I left her with all the mess to tidy up (plate, cake-tin, and a very sweet smelling top and muddy trousers).

So that was today's adventure.
I'm not really upset, but I do my cake's ignominious end.

I am sure it would have been delicious had it lived! :)

:lol: You reminded me of this, can't believe I found it on youtube and haven't heard it in YEARS!

It's just a cake, pal. Stable guy!

I think I may have told this story here, but you invoked MacArthur Park, so here goes.
When my sister was in High School (C.1978) she got to her math class one morning to see all the lyrics to MacArthur Park written out on the black board. When the bell rang and class started the math teacher went berserk, yelling at the class and pointing at the black board, "NEVER LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!" The class pretty much had no idea what to say other than to acquiesce and agree they "would never let that happen to them." Then it was onto sines and cosines...

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

CHORUS
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees

CHORUS



There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one.

I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why.

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh NO!!

Stop it!

This was a genuine story of a real person who you know - ME! - being hurt, and humiliated and having the work of their heart destroyed. Please can you show some more compassion?

I FELL OVER.
MY CAKE WAS DESTROYED.

Show some compassion people.
Or I will curse you with small and random bollards forever.

Oh I hear ya, hon. There's a reason my mom always called me Grace, as in "way to go, Grace!" ;)

:comfort:

Sorry SG !
Those un sensitive Bastiges should be ignored !!