I'm baking. This in itself is unusual. I'm baking a banana cake, which, I am told, will freeze well. In true Baby Boomer fashion it uses up bananas which will go off while I am away and I have a cake in the freezer for 'ron'. (Later-ron)
Except that I need bi-carb. Only a teaspoon. But there is no familiar blue and white box in the baking shelf.
I examine the recipe. Can I substitute anything? No. I'm already using self raising flour.
Rats. I have to go to the supermarket for this most standard of store cupboard ingredients. Who can have used up the last of it? Who else bakes around here? Not Himself, that's for sure. He's a salads and curry man.
"*mutter mutter irritation* BA!! I have to go to the supermarket for some bicarb, do you need anything?"
"Wa? Ummmmnah..I donthinkso. What are you going for?"
"Bicarb, for the banana cake."
I stump off up the corridor to collect handbag and keys and, in typical Arizaphale fashion, become distracted by the pile of buttons on the coffee table. Hah! I'll take up the two buttons off the BA's new three button (supposedly) dress and find a suitable mate for them while I'm at the shops.
I stump back past the kitchen again and decide to cover up the baking ingredients while I'm gone. But wait. What is this on the benchtop? Could it be a blue and white box of bicarb????
Now I wonder where that came from?
"BA? WHERE DID THIS BICARB COME FROM??"
"errr.....I was using it to take off my fake tan."
Of course she was.
There was a bare teaspoon left for the recipe.
Result! Except that now she doesn't get her button.