The cupcakes had already been made so we were learning how to ice them and how to make decorations out of something called sugar paste ("you can buy it from that place that's called something like Iceland" - that would be Lakeland, then!). The instructor must love showing groups of women how to warm up the sugar paste in their hands, rolling it between their fingers and gently kneading... I wasn't particularly good at making the shapes; when it comes to artistic pursuits, I've always been good with ideas but not so good at putting them into practice. My perfectionism only made me more nervous and with rather long fingernails, I was struggling. Maman was equally self-critical although she still found time to tell me I was squeezing the icing bag all wrong.
As we left the hotel, we got caught in a freak hail storm and had to taxi back to NoMaRo where I finally got my nails done. I'd been planning to chill in London Town last night but the parents persuaded me to go back to the Shire with them, mainly because they wanted a designated driver so they could drink at Jamie's Italian; I got to drive the Beamer and had a nice dinner so I couldn't complain. This morning was at least quite chilled, after a very frosty but bright and gorgeous autumnal run around Christchurch Meadow.
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