Polish Jaffa Cakes

I think someone must have kidnapped the real Robbie and left me with an overgrown toddler. He was in a strop when I got home and in the process of telling him to grow up I mentioned that I had bought something that he would like and that really set him off. He found my Tesco receipt and checked through every item until he spotted Polish jaffa cakes on the list. He rampaged around the house looking for them and demanding to be told where they were. That sort of behaviour made me more determined to not to tell him, he even searched the car but in the end he had to give up. I left him to calm down for a few minutes, then I got the jaffa cakes for him, but he told me I could keep them, he didn't want them any more. I knew Robbie well enough to know that if I opened the packet and put them near Robbie he would not be able to resist, his willpower lasted for about a minute and a half!!

If you like Jaffa cakes you would love the Polish version, they are called Delicje.

A New Book

After a weekend of Robbie huffing and puffing and falling out with his shadow because he left his magazines on the train, he was considerably brighter yesterday. He's had a book delivered through the post and when he opened it he was overcome with excitement, he kept holding the book up to show me full page pictures of biscuits. I must be missing something because a full page glossy picture of a custard cream doesn't do very much for me! Robbie was still chattering excitedly about biscuits at 1am!! It is nice to see him looking happy, but as far as I am concerned happy and quiet would be even better.