This evening one of my very favourite people in the world is graduating from school. He has spent the past 13 years as a school boy. He began extremely well: could read before he ever entered a classroom. He has continued on a most successful school journey, only stopping in this, his final year, to give up a little and to not bother too much with tasks allotted him. (That’s what happens when you’re newly 18 years old, so I've been told). But, nevertheless, he assures me he is up for some sort of award at the school’s ‘Celebration Night’ tonight.
I will be going to see him receive the said award…the seventh in a row, from this school that he has attended for the past seven years.
I decided to make something sweet and edible, as a celebratory recognition for his work and to mark the end of his school days. I have bought a card, which has a cute sketch of a little badger reading an ancient book on the front and the words, ‘may each day be worthy of a story’. So, with a tasty treat as well, I thought I was well prepared for the evening.
But, alas, as for the special Chocolate Brownies I baked, containing a whole block of dark chocolate, several eggs and lots more to boot, I was careless in removing the baked confection from the oven, the whole lot slipped from my grasp and broke, upside down, into many, many pieces on to the open oven door.
And now it is all scraped up, wrapped in cling-wrap and placed in the fridge. I have neither the time, nor the inclination to make another chocolate delight.
I shall take this messy offering to share after tonight’s ceremony and, at least it will (hopefully) provide a laugh.
And, well done, Edward. We love you!
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