Does Carrot Cake Matter?

Apologies for not posting this week, but my computer at work broke, so I had to share with Valerie (in the same office) and of course had to be v careful. For a moment, there, I thought they weren’t going to replace the computer, ever, and this would mean I was going to be sacked FOR SURE, but it seems to be OK, though there is a strange atmosphere hanging over the place, somehow, and I didn’t dare make a fuss about the new computer taking so long to arrive.
Well, the party at Jasmine’s last Friday was an austerity party. We were supposed to make do and mend etc and bring wartime recipes. I took along a carrot cake, as they ate that in the war (though of course back then they were not baked by Mr Waitrose), but other people really got into it, making stuff no one in their right mind would want to eat, like mock-sausages and dried egg. I was very excited about this person I was being invited to meet, but it turned out to be – Glenn. Mind you, it was an improved model of Glenn. He had cut his hair short, and did not smell of alcohol (in fact drank fruit juice all night). He had a Tshirt under his jersey and later (we all went out to a Chinese restaurant) when he got hot I saw it read: ‘Die Hard: Take Viagra’, which is quite amusing, really. Glenn was incredibly well-behaved and very clean. And, as you know, he is extremely good-looking, with his dark hair, slim figure and blue eyes. He told me he’d been in AA since I last saw him and he is turning his life around. He lives on a big farm in Cornwall with a group of friends, and he kept saying why didn’t I move down there too (with Mirabelle, of course) as I could have my own place – no strings attached. It sounded like a sort of chalet in the woods that I could have if I wanted. It sounded quite tempting. Especially as they are almost completely self-sufficient, with a cow for milk, and a veg garden. Nothing else happened, but I found myself wondering, much as Sarah Jessica Parker does in those Sex in The City voiceovers: Is Money Really That Important? Maybe I’ll have to investigate. Or maybe not.