Archie’s Formal would have been lighter on the wallet than Arabella’s but for the fact he kept losing his clothes.
The day before we’d been to his Graduation Ceremony and the night before we’d been to the Valedictory Dinner. The Valedictory Dinner was a very formal affair and the parents were very dressed up but the boys had to wear their school uniforms. After all the formalities it was time to hit the dance floor and for the first dance the boys were required to dance with their mothers.
By around midnight Carl and I noticed that Archie had a full dance card and was dancing with not just me but every other mother as well. As he danced the night away he started losing bits of his uniform, first the jacket, then the tie, and then the shirt was being unbuttoned and then I thought it was time to leave.
The next day was the Formal. Because he had been in boarding school I hadn’t been able to take him shopping for something to wear so we left the house first thing to buy him a shirt and a tie to go with his suit. We then had to go to the other side of town to drop off his overnight bag where the after-party was being held as the hosts had kindly said Archie was welcome to stay the night.
By the time we arrived home we were running late to pick up his date. Archie had a quick shower while I ironed the new shirt. I asked the neighbour to look after Alfie and we ran to the car and started driving to the shop where I’d ordered the corsage. When we got close to the florist I pulled over onto the side of the road, ran across six lanes of traffic and collected the corsage. Back in the car we drove to the house where we were collecting his date. The idea was that we would have a nice time taking photos and enjoy a glass of bubbles to mark the occasion but we were now late for the pre-party.
We ran back into the car and I drove to the other side of Sydney for the second time that day. We arrived at the pre-party feeling pretty shattered as I’m sure I’d spent about seven hours of the last ten behind the wheel of my car with not so much as even a break for a snack. Carl arrived to take photos of all the boys and their dates. He organised a group shot and stood on a balcony and took a photo of the boys on the ground floor looking up at the camera. After the shot had been taken I said, ‘Carl, Archie and his date weren’t in the photo.’ He said, ‘What? Well where are they?’ And we searched high and low and they were no where to be seen because they had gone for a stroll to the local shops.
‘Oh, sorry mum, I was just starving that’s all. I had to get something to eat’, is all he said.
We hurriedly organised a few photos of Archie looking very smart in his suit with is new shirt and tie and then it was time to farewell the boys with their beautiful partners as they walked to the venue to enjoy their night.
I went home and collapsed on the sofa.
At about lunchtime the next day I was still on the sofa when I looked outside and saw a car pull up. Archie was home.
But he was wearing only underpants.
‘Archie, what happened? Where are your clothes?’
‘Oh, don’t worry about that mum, it’s all good. I’ve had the best time.’
And this is when you just have to be grateful that he wasn’t escorted home by the police.
For all those who would like to see a photo of Arabella’s formal dress, I’ve found an image of a model modelling it on a runway. I’ll share an image of Arabella wearing it when the day arrives!
And there is a reason for my erratic blogging. Since moving house I have been without the internet. That would now be eight days! In the last week I have spent most of my time abusing the internet company that is now blaming the phone company. The latest excuse is that ‘the line needs buffering’. I’ve never heard of such nonsense. But they don’t ‘buffer’ on weekends, or in the evenings or early in the mornings and by law they do need their morning and afternoon tea breaks and a full hour for lunch so the earliest the line could possibly be ‘buffered’ is 7pm Monday. I will then be able to let the internet company know they can now connect me. In the meantime, I am going back to the old house (because it is empty) and I sit on the hard wooden floors and try to be a blogger! May the good Lord grant me grace!
I have no internet but I have a kitchen. I made this Chocolate, Cream and Berry Roulade while waiting for the internet company to return my call. The roulade has now been eaten but I’m still waiting for that call from the internet company.
Chocolate, Cream and Fresh Berry Roulade
Degree of Difficulty: 3/5
Cost: This is quite an inexpensive dessert to make except for the cost of the berries but frozen berries that are more affordable could be substituted. Thaw first before applying to the roulade.
- 3 eggs, separated
- 1/2 cup castor sugar
- 2 tbspns sifted cocoa
- 1 tsp vanilla essence
- 300ml cream, whipped
- 1 punnet fresh berries (strawberries, raspberries, blueberries)
- icing sugar for dusting
Pre-heat oven to 180C.
Line a 30cm x 25cm swiss roll pan with baking paper.
Beat egg yolks until thick and pale. Gradually beat in sugar. Fold in cocoa and vanilla.
In a separate bowl beat egg whites until soft peaks form then gently fold into the chocolate mixture.
Pour at once onto prepared tray.
Bake for 15 mins or until cake has drawn away from sides and springs back when gently touched in the centre.
Turn cake onto a T-towel that has been liberally sprinkled with caster sugar. Carefully remove paper. Roll roulade in T-towel and leave on a wire rack to cool. When completely cool, very gently unroll and cover in cream cheese. Scatter over berries. Roll cake (without the T-towel) and chill in the fridge for 30 mins. Just before serving dust with icing sugar and cut into thick slices to serve.
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