As a good citizen I regularly buy raffle tickets. Sometimes I know exactly what is on offer; sometimes not. Well yesterday there was a message on our answer-machine which Iain picked up. The caller had been trying several times to get ahold of our number. I phoned the number back and got the husband who explained that I had won a prize in the raffle that his wife had organised.
Now, in my head I was thinking of the lovely Norwegian triangular biscuit tower that I had, indeed, bought a raffle ... actually several ... ticket for.
The celebratory cake is called Kransekake. It takes the form of a series of concentric rings of cake, layered on top of each other in order to form a steep-sloped cone shape.
He said "Could I collect it from the church?" and I thought "Well Renfield St Stephens Church isn't exactly in my neighbourhood but that would be OK." We talked on and then he said something about his wife having tried to get ahold of me for several weeks and she had been asking everyone whose the phone number it might be. M-m-m-m-m.... I thought.... I only bought it on Saturday!
You guessed it; it was a different raffle! Oh dear! "Bye, bye
Norwegian cake. Hello bath salts."
Wrong ... it was a bar of soap!!!
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