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Lines from Linda
The flags, bunting and home-made cakes have been celebrated, and, as I write this, I know we are all still celebrating in red, white and blue, the 70 glorious years of our wonderful Queen’s reign.
My face is fully red as I remember my disaster and embarrassment of the 1977 Jubilee year. I was a young actress working in repertory theatre, which meant rehearsing a play all day, playing a different one at night and learning lines for another one in tea-breaks. The announcement from the lady that ran the Town’s Women’s Guild that we all had to make a cake for the church bazaar Jubilee sale, left me reeling. I had neither the time nor any idea of how to make a cake. Then I remembered I once had to make a prop cake for a pantomime I’d been in a few years before, and it had taken minimum time. So, I glued five cardboard toilet -roll holders together, discreetly attached them to a cake base, covered the rolls in baking parchment and cleverly set about icing my work. (I could do icing, I once had done a course, and it took me no time at all). I decorated the cake with corgis and flags and it was ready to go. It certainly looked the business. I left it in the church hall and scarpered. The plan was that my friend would be there when they opened the door for the sale, and would rush in and buy it, and no one would be any the wiser, except we had our name ticked from
the list as having contributed. Job done – or so we thought. Because, much to her horror, when my friend rushed in, first in the queue, the cake was nowhere in sight. The next week was the town’s street party. My friend and I took our seats at the line of put-together tables, but not before scanning the whole row to check for any sight of my shameful cake. To our relief, it wasn’t there. Our relief faded as the woman who ran the Town’s Woman’s Guild walked in holding my cake. It looked great from the outside and received many, ‘Oohs and Ah’s, and questions of, ‘Doesn’t it look pretty,’ and ‘Who made that? No one spoke. I was the colour of a tomato. Then the Town’s Woman leader beamed. Obviously deciding this could be a chance of praise and glory, ‘I did,’ she announced. I was surprised her nose didn’t grow as she spoke. My friend and I did an extremely slow head turn to each other. So, I glued five cardboard toilet-roll holders together, discreetly attached them to a cake base, covered the rolls in baking parchment and cleverly set about icing my work. " Then someone handed her a knife and said, ‘It looks too beautiful to eat, Marcia.’ Relief once again ran through my shaking veins. Until someone else said, ‘But we will anyway. You cut the first slice Marcia.’ My friend and I made a very quick and quiet exit.
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