Baking off

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I know it's worse than a Blue Peter Presenter nose down on a mirror isn't it?"

Sue sat.

Asked how long.

"Forever really. I just don't really like homemade."

Sue looked at her. Exhaled with wide eyes. "Ok. We can get through this." She reached out a hand. "I'll draft a letter. Resignation I think is the only option?"

Mel nodded. Her fringe flopping as she did. Hung her head trying to resist a stray bit of icing on her top.

"Mr Kipling's Angel Slices though! Fucksake."

"I know. I really am sorry Sue."