What should have been a mundane Sunday morning turned into something entirely different.
It was a funny thing that happened on the way to the kitchen. Though at the time it wasn’t funny, disaster never is.
My brother and I had decided that as mum had gone out to do her weekend shopping, we would surprise her by doing some baking.
But our enthusiasm was what brought us unstuck.
Before we knew it, there was a mess, and with messes, there is always a lot of finger-pointing.
It went back and forward, ‘your fault, no your fault’ and all the while the mess was congealing on the floor looking more and more unsightly by the moment.
It was with the benefit of hindsight that we eventually saw the funny side of the situation. Two boys looking down at a mess they were not feeling responsible for and determined to make the other shoulder the guilt.
Eventually, with the sound of the car in the driveway, they decided enough was enough and that they had best clean up for they knew their mother would hate the sight of a potential omelette spread on the kitchen floor.