I am penning this on Shrove Tuesday â Pancake Night. I am full as a âpinkeenâ of heavily drizzled (I hope that âdrizzledâ is a correct word â but I learned it from a man in an apron on TV) with butter, lemon and sugar. The drizzle ran freely from both corners of my mouth and itâs lucky the editor doesnât inspect my notebook. Yes, I know there are more important pieces of information on the next page â but please bear with me, because there is a story here.
I came perilously close to getting no pancakes tonight. Mrs Youcantbeserious is a great cook, and I am very well fed â but she stamped her size 5âs on the tiles this evening and insisted there would be no pancakes. âYou got them last Tuesday.â âThat doesnât count â because today is Pancake Tuesday,â I wailed. I barely won by a short head in the finish. You see, there has been an issue in Casa Comaskey since mass time last Sunday morning.