I work in a ministry and today brought a cake for work. All my colleagues thought it was beautiful and tasted great, and the head of my office thought we should give a piece to the minister, so we did. I handed it to her myself.
But then on my way home I feel my stomach starting to 'act up' and now I'm terrifed that it was the cake and that I have given the minister and all my colleagues (including those from the neighbouring office because they got the left overs) a quesy stomach


I can't go to work tomorrow. I can't face them. I'll have to quit my job, change my name and move to the other end of the country.
This has never happened before and I often bring cakes to work so it's just typical that it had to be today. I feel terrible

But at the same time this is all so much of a nightmare that I can't help but laugh. I know my mother will laugh her a** off when I tell her!
But then on my way home I feel my stomach starting to 'act up' and now I'm terrifed that it was the cake and that I have given the minister and all my colleagues (including those from the neighbouring office because they got the left overs) a quesy stomach
I can't go to work tomorrow. I can't face them. I'll have to quit my job, change my name and move to the other end of the country.
This has never happened before and I often bring cakes to work so it's just typical that it had to be today. I feel terrible
There is no better therapy than baking a cake - well, perhaps eating it.
Take care of the Earth, it's the only one we've got.
Take care of the Earth, it's the only one we've got.
There is no better therapy than baking a cake - well, perhaps eating it.
Take care of the Earth, it's the only one we've got.
Take care of the Earth, it's the only one we've got.









