Is it the fog of war, or the mists of confusion that drape these sodden streets and the thoughts of those that walk them?

Well well well, wasn't that a proper Friday night? Cilijn has never had one of those. I myself had almost forgotten the feeling, so long have I been been toiling in this adorable, steamy, yet not particularly busy mine.

So, despite some minor panic and an hour or two of non-stop motion we have both survived to serve you once again. I also managed to make cannoli filling on the fly at 6:40pm in the five minute gap between two checks, so there will be mango cannoli out the proverbial wazoo this evening. There is a haddock shortage in town, so kedgeree buns are on the endangered species list at the moment but I will make a run when Cilijn gets to work and see if I can find some more. Everything else is, I believe, fully stocked up and ready to go, but of course the winds of fate are fickle and bring often tragedy to those who sail under their power, so it's best to call ahead and pre-order for collection to avoid any disappointment.

Either way, the days of the bun shack are almost over. Come on down and say goodbye.