Allan’s Cake Shop

We had a meeting at Oh Really Gallery on Enmore Road (Now closed. (The gallery not the road. (This is an unnecessary third parenthesis, but I’ve never seen three enclosed parenthesis before, I thought I’d try it.)))
The meeting was in the gallery because we knew someone who had access to it and in our formative years as a company we needed somewhere quiet to work, somewhere with coffee nearby and somewhere we could work undisturbed. This meeting would be perfect!
‘Oh no!’ Why did I say perfect? Sods law! The day of the meeting I woke up with a fever. A hot forehead dripping buckets of cold sweat. My nose like an upturned hose attached to a leaky tap; liquid continued to pour out and gravity only made it worse.
I say nay to the idea of staying in bed and attend, but I do it on one condition, I have to get some delicious pastries for the team. I go to a place called Allan’s Cake just up the road and see that they have a cabinet full of danish’s and tarts.
I make a selection and ask her if she could quarter them, (they have been accused of treason and this is the appropriate punishment, plus it makes them easier to share. (Convenient and taught a lesson)).
I take these scrumptious sugary custard filled fruit and pastry snacks back to the team and they are so happy and delighted with their texture and taste that they don’t even care that my appearing at the meeting has jeopardised everyone’s health. They even let me go home early as I look, feel and am about to faint.
A day of mixed emotion. Yes I was sick, but full of tasty pastry.