I cannot believe how simple I am sometimes. Honestly, I never think things through, decide to do things on mostly impulse and then am left wondering why it all doesn't quite go to plan.
Take our Plant and Cake Sale held on Friday to raise some much needed funds for the school gardening club. I'm not sure why but I do feel bad if I keep asking the head for money and, let's face it, there always seems to be something to buy when you garden (or maybe that's just me).
So I thought "I know, I'll hold a plant sale. Why not sell a few cakes too. Easy." Well, it would have been if I'd been a teeny bit more organised, had planned a bit and had an army of helpers.
But I didn't think to ask anyone to help, save for a couple of club members and my two children. I even took the little ones with me, thinking they'd just sit behind the stall munching on cakes.
The reality was somewhat different. And it was only because of a friend and a kind mum, obviously clocking the look of panic on my face, that saved the day. Oh and grandad, who entertained the youngest.
Of course, all of those who baked as well and the hoardes of hungry children who ate cakes made it all possible too. But it was something akin to a horror movie, all these hands and arms reaching out and noise and questions. Goodness, wimp that I am, it brings me out in a cold sweat just to think about it.
Still, I'm sure the memory, much like childbirth, will recede and I shall gather my courage, reserves and a tad more organisational ability, and hold something similar (probably minus the plants) next year.
But until then I need to get out a few thank yous (although I was profusely and apologetically thanking everyone like a deranged Oscar winner on the day). And I'll glow with a bit of happiness that the club is now £108 richer.
Yep, they like their cakes in our neck of the woods.
* There is no picture to go with the post. I did take my camera but hardly had time to blink and well....you know the rest.
