In a class OF MY OWN
Have you ever singed your pachyderm?
No?
Well, I have. And let me tell you, it’s not pleasant.
It was a while back, in Creative Cakes – an evening class at the local school.
‘Think outside the box,’ Margery Watson, the tutor, had trilled, as she’d announced our assignment for the following week. ‘I want fabulous creatures… lots of imagination.’
We were to produce the aforementioned fabulous creatures from sponge cake and buttercream. And I’m afraid my imagination hadn’t stretched too far. So, when I turned up the next week and saw exactly what everyone else had come up with, my heart had sunk.
Jean Arkwright next to me was going to conjure up a dragon, all glittery wings, gleaming scales and flaming at the mouth.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked as we got stuck in.
‘A hippo,’ I mumbled, flushing slightly when I caught sight of Jean raising her eyebrows.
Well, I thought it
