As it turns out, there is a MOUNTAIN of cakes in the music room. Think 60 children all taking letters home to their parents asking for cakes for the cake stall. There are some beautiful (and some just sweet in their messiness) home made ones, but those who bought cakes went for quantity - possibly out of mis-placed guilt.
So I am not baking tomorrow.
Honestly, I doubt even half of them will be sold, given that not every child will attend, and some of the offerings are not all that tempting. We're predominantly a middle class school, and buying a tray of prepacked cheapo iced cakes with lots of sugar and additives won't appeal to at least 1/2 the parents.
We already rescued two bags of Tesco jam-filled doughnuts, which would have been inedible tomorrow, let alone Sunday. When I say "rescued" I mean transported to the staffroom! Nom nom nom. But hey - almost every member of staff is putting in 1-2 hours on Sunday. I reckon that covers 10 doughnuts!
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