When you come back home

I'm back now.

Since it's the end of the summer, LJ has already been plagued with thousands of variations of "What I Did On My Holidays", so I won't add another. You know the sort of thing: I went away, I spent some afternoons in a Scout Hall learning 18th Century dances, I helped a professional artist build sandcastles, at one point I sat in a tiny pub back room in a tiny Yorkshire village listening to around 20 of folk music's top performers try to sing different songs all at once. Run of the mill holiday stuff.

I'm not intending to read back on the fornight's worth of posts I've missed: if you've been called up, sold up or blown up and want me to know about it, either mail me or point me to the relevant journal entry.

Today's piece of advice: if someone suggests you celebrate your birthday by having a wisdom tooth extracted, you should politely decline.

Treat you to cake every night

Of course, one of the worst things about being back from holiday is that I'm now going to have to get myself used to the shoddiness of southern bakeries all over again. For the past ten days I've been living in a world where asking for a jap or a cornedbeef pasty or a stotty cake has delivered the goods rather than inspiring blank looks.

I arbitrarily believe northern bakeries to be cheaper too, though on reflection I'm not actually terribly aware of prices in bakeries in general. So, could anyone who's passing a bakery and is willing to join in a research project tell me the price of a small custard pie ? That's an individual one (no buying 4-packs in supermarkets), usually about 2-3 inches across its top. More correct people might call it a custard tart. If possible, please can you also eat one and tell me if it's nice :)

Bothams of Whitby: 35p
This actually strikes me as more expensive than I was expecting. It was a good pie, though.

And, on a completely different note, for those who were concerned about the Spiders' welfare in my absence:

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