In a nutshell: After several years of deliberating about it, I’m finally taking the plunge and opening a bakery in Chichester. The dream is to have a bakery which sells decadent cakes made al ingredients, sourced as locally as possible. The perfect time finally came along when a shop premises that has been in our family for over three generations finally became available again. These posts will chronicle our process of getting the shop reading for opening, hopefully in less than forty days.
Both Slaveboy and I had lasagne and cheese topped roasted potatoes at our local pub, Park Tavern last night. Had we our wits about us then, we could have pretended it was our Valentine’s meal out but Slaveboy was covered in dust and I with icing sugar and neither one of us could actually string two words together to make a coherent sentence. That was how tired we were.
Our vinyl flooring did indeed arrive yesterday but only for us to discover after the truck had left, that the roll was damaged.
Cue me emailing the company photos of the damage last night and thankfully, they called this morning to say they’re sending a replacement roll for Monday.
The mammoth job of baking for this weekend’s Brighton Tattoo Convention starts today. I have 432 cupcakes to bake but first I’m sorting out the frostings and decorations.
So far I’ve spilled oil on the draining board. Almost took Slaveboy’s eye out by accidentally opening a kitchen cupboard in his face. And undercooked the chicken curry. I believe I actually spoke a whole sentence in the correct sentence structure to one child today.
Tomorrow I’m off to set up my cupcake stand at the Hilton Metropole for the Brighton Tattoo Convention. Percy the Pirate, our builder will be commencing with the tiling tomorrow. I might have told you this already but the start of this post feels like a very long time ago.