The Gruffalo’s Child – a magical, musical treat


He has terrible tusks, and terrible claws and terrible teeth in his terrible jaws….

Yep, it’s the Gruffalo – and kids (especially mine) can’t seem to get enough of this monstrous beast at the moment, and he was back on stage at the King’s Lynn Corn Exchange last week thanks to the Tall Stories Theatre Company.

We saw their previous production based on the original award-winning Gruffalo picture book by Julia Donaldson and Axl Scheffler a couple of years ago, so had high hopes for their retelling of the sequel – The Gruffalo’s Child.

And we weren’t disappointed. It was the perfect combination – fun, daft and just a little bit scary. My four-year-old was mesmerised by the three-man cast who brought this wonderfully charming modern day classic to life before his very eyes.

The set was simple, yet highly effective, as were the costumes, while the songs were lively and fun and kept the whole audience engrossed for the entire 55-minute show.

We were transported back to the deep, dark wood where one windy night the Gruffalo’s child ignores her father’s warning and tiptoes out into the snow in search of the Big, Bad Mouse. Of course, as in the original story not everything is quite as it seems!

The cast were all fantastic, but I’ve got to give a special mention to the excellent Andrew Mudie who took on five roles.

As well as playing the Gruffalo and narrator he also gave a wonderful turn as each of the predators. His wheeler dealer fox was easily our favourite, although his bonkers turn as the slimy snake also drew much applause from the audience – and rightly so.

It’s never an easy task transforming a ten-minute story into an hour-long show, but the Tall Story Theatre Company made it look easy. This magical musical treat is a must-see for any fans of the original story.

The show is still touring nationwide, to find out more dates and venues visit


Disclaimer – we were given a free pair of tickets to the show in return for an honest review. All opinions are our own. A version of this review also appeared in the Lynn News.


Surprise – Peppa Pig’s in town!

Parents of pre-schoolers will, I’m sure, be well versed in all things Peppa Pig – and this week her latest stage show rolled into town.

It wasn’t quite how I’d envisaged spending Valentine’s Day, but hey ho.

For adults Peppa Pig’s Surprise, at the King’s Lynn Corn Exchange, didn’t really offer any real surprises as such, although the formulaic fun we’ve all come to know and love (or loathe – depending on your stance) was brought to life from Daddy Pig’s big tummy, George’s squirty tears to a rousing rendition of the Bing Bong song.

There were new characters too this year – with the addition of Red Monkey, who features in Peppa and George’s bedtime story, magically coming to life to show off his impressive dancing skills.

This year’s scenery and special effects were more adventurous than previous tours too and we were treated to scenes on the beach, in the family’s car as well as a very bubbly bath time as well as Peppa and George all tucked up in their bunk beds.

I don’t want to give too much away but the story centres around a surprise trip to the beach for Peppa and her family and friends – including Daisy the only human character – which borrows some extracts from previously aired TV episodes.

There was plenty of fun and games to entertain young and old – including Peppa’s favourite of jumping in muddy puddles – plus lots of singing and dancing, where the audience was urged to get up on their feet and join in.

Did the little piggy win us over – well, of course she did. What was there not to like?

After the show I asked my three-year-old son what his favourite bit was, to which he replied ‘All of it’ – well you can’t ask for more than that, can you?

Oink! Oink!

For more dates and venues for the show which is currently touring nationally visit

Disclaimer – we were gifted two tickets to Peppa Pig’s Surprise in return for a fair and honest review.


Boom Boom! – an audience with Basil Brush


It’s hard to believe he’s been entertaining families for more than 50 years, but Basil Brush, who popped into the King’s Lynn Corn Exchange as part of his Full on Fox Tour, is still as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever.

Promotional blurb for the show says he’s a star with an outstanding ability to entertain and make people of all ages laugh and smile – and he certainly did today.

He may be 53, but he hasn’t lost any of his charm; in fact he’s cheeky, irreverent, quick-witted, scheming and foxy – and, of course, has one of the best catch phrases ever. One which my three-year-old son is still running round the house shouting and laughing at!

The show translated well from the television to the stage – with all the usual slapstick humour and gags from Basil and his sidekick Mr Stephen, brilliantly played by Chris Pizzey.

There were plenty of opportunities for singing, dancing, and screaming as well as the now obligatory soaking of the front rows with a giant water pistol.

My little ones are three and five and loved every minute of it and spent the whole show giggling. But it wasn’t just the kids who were howling with laughter, the adults were pretty enraptured with it all too (even the toilet humour jokes which came thick and fast!).

I don’t want to give too much away but the show centres around a villainous fox who wants to do away with Basil and take his place as the number one fox in light entertainment – which sets the scene for silly fun, games and stories involving a hilarious Sheerluck Holmes sketch.

The whole afternoon was a joy from start to finish and was perfectly rounded off with the chance to get some autographs and meet the fox himself.

All we can say is come back soon Basil. Boom Boom!

The Full on Fox tour is on until November 22. For dates and venues visit Basil’s website.

Disclaimer – we were gifted tickets for the show in return for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are our own.

Travelling the world with City Atlas


Some of the most widely read books in our house have to be the atlas and the road map  – I’m not sure what it is about their maps, flags and images that draws my little ones in, but they are fascinated by them.

So I was really pleased when we were sent a copy of Wide Eyed books giant City Atlas illustrated by Martin Haake to review.

This hardback book is a beautiful addition to any book case and promises to take the whole family on a global adventure of 30 cities around the world.

“Spot famous people, iconic buildings, cultural hot spots and child-friendly destinations in these detailed city guides that offer hours of fun for children and adults alike” the blurb says – and we have!

My two – who are three and five now – have been enchanted by the book ever since it arrived; they’ve been poring over the pages detailing cities including Sydney, London, Paris, Rome, Rio De Janeiro and Montreal to name a few.


The illustrations are beautiful and the text which accompanies them is equally as captivating. My children were fascinated by the pictures of the Roman gladiators and were keen to hear all about the grand battles in the Colosseum and chariot racing in the Circus Maximus detailed in the pages dedicated to the Italian capital city – as well as its famous gelato!

Each spread is full of fascinating facts about each city, landmarks and family-friendly things to see and do – plus there’s also a great ‘Where’s Wally’ style game which involves spotting five icons relating to the city, which we’ve had great fun playing endlessly.

At £20 per copy this atlas is great value for money – it’s a large A3 size, has a strong hardback cover, while the pages inside are thick and sturdy. With Christmas looming I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it – or any other book in the Wide Eyed series – as an ideal gift for any child to start them on the road to discovery about the wider world around them.



Disclaimer – We were gifted a copy of Wide Eyed books City Atlas in return for an honest review. All thoughts and photos are our own.

Thank you

birthday-cake-843921_1280Woo hoo! Today is my first blogiversary.

Yep, a year ago today, I sat down and decided I was going to start a blog. I had absolutely no idea what I was going to write and no idea if anybody would even read it.

Well 172 posts later and it turns out that quite a few of you have done – so THANK YOU!

It’s been an interesting 12 months – I’ve learnt lots about websites and stats, I’ve read lots of other fantastic, emotional and hilarious posts and my writing has been featured on some great sites – Mumsent, Netmums, Parentdish (you may be gone but you’re certainly not forgotten!), Britmums, Selfish Mother and Tots100 to name a few.

Along the way I’ve made some lovely new friends online. The blogging community is an incredibly friendly and social one;  special mentions to Cathryn over at Cardiff Mummy Says – who has often listened to me whining about my fluctuating Tots100 score (more about that later!) – and Emma at BrummyMummyof2 whose hilarious blog never fails to make me smile – even when my pigeon pair have wiped Play Dough up the walls, covered themselves in biro and left my house looking like a bomb’s gone off, y’know, those days!

I’ve also found a few opportunities come my way thanks to this blog – the chance to review some shows, try out some workshops and visit some places that we might otherwise not have gone to. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not in it for the freebies – but I do enjoy sharing our adventures with you, especially days out if they’re of interest.

I’ve found that blogging is also a little bit addictive – there have been days when I’ve been writing when I should have been doing other things (ie the paid commissions I have mounting up), or late at night when I really should have been going to sleep. There have been days when stats have obsessed me – mainly because I was desperate to get into the Tots100 top 250 parenting blogs. I nearly did – a couple of months ago I was teetering on the edge at #253, but it was not to be and the Google Gods and other robotic ranking systems I am still yet to fathom have sent me plummeting back down the charts at an alarming rate of knots.

On these days I even thought about jacking it all in and saying au revoir. But I’m not one for giving in and I also remembered why I started writing this in the first place – for fun. And I hope it has been fun for those of you who have tuned in to read my ramblings more than once. I’m a journalist by trade but writing a blog has given me the editorial freedom I’ve never known before – it means I can write about pretty much whatever I want, when I want. After all, where would I have found an editor to commission a poem about my son’s love of Mr Kipling’s Cherry Bakewells, or a song about the brilliance of Vanish Gold?! Who on earth would have indulged me to write 875 words about the Episodes of Peppa Pig I’d Really Like to See made? Exactly.

Maybe in hindsight I’d like to have chosen a different name for my site – although Yellowbelly Mummy does what it says on the tin. I’m a mum, born and bred in Lincolnshire, as are my two mini mes.

Anyway we’re one-year-old tonight – so I’m off to celebrate by climbing into my pyjamas, and putting my feet up with a well-deserved cup of Horlicks (yep, livin’ the dream), but before I do, I just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU to every single one of you who has read, shared, liked and followed my blog this past year. Your kind comments are very-much appreciated and without your support I probably wouldn’t still be here.

So, here’s to the next year – during which we will mostly be working on how to take better selfies! (see below!)

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing.

Kate x

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You know you’re a farmer’s wife when……

Making the most of harvest-time

So it looks like I’m a harvest widow for the foreseeable future – an occupational hazard when you’re married to a farmer.

We’re quite a rare breed us farmers wives’ – I like to think of us as the unsung heroes of the agricultural community; many of us work side by side in the fields with our other halves, or support them in various other ways, keeping the home fires burning.

However you prop up your farming husband – or maybe wife, let’s not be sexist here – there are a few little clues that give away your agricultural status…..

Like your barn’s leaky roof taking priority over that of the house, or the fact that there’s never any veg in your pantry, so you have to go down the garden or field to dig your own. If it’s the former, then it’s bound to be in a mess – well let’s face it, who wants to go gardening when they’ve been working the land all day?

And speaking of gardens, if you’re a farmer’s wife, this is likely to be the only ornamental feature you’ll have adorning your lawn –


And then there’s the Christmas turkey which always arrives with its feathers and innards still intact, while the fridge is crammed full of medicine bottles – for the livestock.

A lie is anything past 5.30am, and don’t get me started on summer holidays – most farming wives I know look forward to rainy days just so they can spend quality time quality together as a family. If they do manage to organise a trip out, chances are it will be to an agricultural show, or two. And as for actual getaways, well they usually entail visiting another rural part of the country so their other half can spy on the methods and techniques of other growers.


Time is just one thing farmers don’t have enough of; the only time you actually get to spend together is if you ride the tractor with them, or the pick-up truck, which doubles as your second home. Even when you start a family you have to make sure the impending birth won’t clash with harvest-time.

Taking your lunch out into the field is the closest you will ever get to a picnic with your significant other, but it’s not like they eat anything other than meat and three veg anyway.

When they tell you they’ll be home in an hour, you never believe them – it’s usually more like four.  And there’s no point trying to track them down – even with all the GPS on the kit and machinery you own you can still never locate them – which means it’s dinner for one several nights of the week.

When it comes to laundry grass stains are the least of your woes, and if your washing machine doesn’t break down during harvest – due to all the corn and dust blocking it – you thank your lucky stars. The rest of the time you resort to sorting your washing according to how dirty it is, rather than the actual colour of the clothes. And anything which goes in afterwards, usually comes out dirtier than when it went in – which is why you steer clear of buying anything white, like towels. These  beautiful white sheets I was sent as a gift are definite no, no!


As a farming spouse you are forbidden from speaking during the Countryfile weather report – or any other forecast for that matter – while items on your shopping list include filters, spark plugs, belts, lights and cables – which you’re expected to fetch at the drop of a hat.

I’ve noticed farming wives paint their nails too – this is to hide all the dirt under them. But at least we have a legitimate excuse to wear our Hunter wellies……!

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Brilliant Butlin’s

IMG_20150809_175026You know you’re onto a winner when less than an hour after being somewhere the kiddos ask if you can come back again next week. That was my five-year-old daughter after she’d come down the slide in the Splash Waterworld park at Butlin’s, Skegness, for the umpteenth time at the weekend.

I agreed without hesitation. And here’s why we’re all so keen to go back – Butlin’s has got it all. It doesn’t matter how old you are, or what you like to do when you’re on your hols, there’s everything for everyone here, all in one place.

I haven’t visited the Skegness resort since I was 12 – when I went on a school trip for a French day and if I’m perfectly honest I can’t really remember much about it. When we talked about going for a family day out I won’t deny we had a few reservations about it being a bit cheesy, or just like an old episode of Hi-De-Hi.

How wrong we were – it was absolutely fantastic from start to finish, and those other things I mentioned above, well they’re all just part and parcel of it’s charm!

Butlin’s IS the quintessential English holiday treat. We arrived just after 10am when it opens to day visitors and parked on the opposite side of the road, before taking the underpass to reach the resort. We were given a map and an itinerary of shows for the day ahead and it didn’t take us long to unanimously decide we’d hit Splash Waterworld first, before taking in the Mike the Knight and the Glendragon Anthem live show.

We had high hopes for the water park, which is one of the country’s largest, re-opening in 2013 having had £16m spent on it – and we weren’t disappointed.


Considering how busy they are, the changing rooms and shower areas are incredibly clean and tidy, while the pools themselves were fantastic. There are several different ones of varying depths, all of which were a perfect sub-tropical temperature.

Our little ones at three and five loved going down the slides in the smaller ones; sadly the queues for the bigger ones were rather long and they weren’t quite tall enough to go on some of the more adventurous ones like the 60ft high Vortex Fast Flume and Outdoor River Rapids, which impressively wind their way around the outside of the building like this –20150809_123757

But nevertheless they had great fun exploring the watery paradise including one pool with a cave-like grotto to swim through and another where jets of water shoot out from the side. It was an effort to tear them away after more than an hour of whizzing about in the water – but we had a hot date with Mike the Knight, who also proved to be a big hit.

20150809_120903Theatre and puppet shows are on at intervals throughout the day and lasting half an hour, Mike the Knight kept them well entertained with lots of songs and dancing to join in with. The show was on a stage in the distinctive looking Skyline Pavilion – a giant Tardis of a building which is home to shops, restaurants, amusements and loads more.

By the time it was over we’d all worked up quite an appetite, so decided it was time to find somewhere for lunch. Butlin’s Skegness has several great eateries to choose from including Firehouse, serving flaming great British Chicken, Rock & Sole Fish ‘N’ Chips, Burger King, an Italian Restaurant and the Sun & Moon pub, which is where we plumped for.

There was plenty of choice on the menu for grown-ups and children, including a Sunday carvery. The food was good and the service prompt. Having been told there was a half hour wait, our orders turned up within 15 minutes. Four clean plates  later and we were refreshed and ready to see what else Butlin’s has to offer.

We knew there were fairground rides having spotted them from the roadside so we made a bee-line for the Little Stars Funfair. This is great little area dedicated to younger thrill-seekers and my pair had oodles of fun going on virtually everything – and all without having to wait as there were no queues! They enjoyed the rockets which zoomed them up into the sky, cars going round a track, chug-a-bugs and teacups the most.

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They even tried out a couple of bigger rides over in the traditional fairground, which also featured a giant carousel, dodgems, Miami Wave and a few old-fashioned sideshows like hook-a-duck and a coconut shy, which could be played for an extra fee.

Once the rides ran out (or rather me and Yellowbelly Daddy ran out of steam) we decided to walk up to the top of the resort which has a gate onto the beach. Well you can’t visit the seaside without a paddle or stroll on the sand, can you?!


Before home-time we managed to sneak in an ice-cream, watched another puppet show and took a few snaps in the resort’s photo garden, which is home to a giant deck chair, Lilo, and buckets and spades.

Looking at the site map, there’s as much again that we didn’t get round to. As well as all the entertainments we tried, Butlin’s also has a cinema, bowling alley, football and beach volleyball courts, play parks a climbing wall, day spa, arcades and amusements, soft play area and more rides. Now you can see why we need to go back!

If you want a great family day out, then look no further than Butlin’s – you’ve got everything you’ll ever need – and possibly more – all in the one place.

It was ace.

We’ll definitely be making a return visit very soon!

IMG_20150809_212501Disclaimer – we were gifted entry to Butlin’s for the day courtesy of Visit East Lincolnshire in return for an honest review. All opinions and views expressed are our own. For more information, prices, what’s on and offers visit

Is it ever Ok to tell other people’s children off?


I’m going to stick my head up above the parapet and say, “hell, yes,” – especially when their own parents can’t be bothered.

We went to a park yesterday and this is what I spent a good deal of time doing. I’m not normally one for confrontation but I was so angered by the poor behaviour of some of the kids there – and their parents for clearing off and leaving them to it while they sunned themselves outside the play park area, oblivious to what was going on – that I was compelled to.

Now before I start, I’m not saying my kids are angels, if either of them had been misbehaving and I hadn’t seen, I would completely accept it if another parent reprimanded them too, especially if their actions were putting another child in harm’s way. When I leave them with a sitter, friend or their grandparents, I expect them to keep them in line if they’re being naughty.

So picture the scene – you’re in a public play area, and there are kids of all ages from tiny tots up to teens and for the majority of the time the bigger kids are being considerate towards the younger ones.

The first incident (yep, I said there were several) happened when my five-year-old was about to come down a slide and just as she was about to let go, a boy – a bit older I’m guessing – started climbing up it. I had to ask him four times to get down, while the queue at the top got bigger and bigger as they were all waiting to take their turn. He just kept looking at me as if to say “who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”

He eventually ran off without a word – and guess what, there was no parent supervising him. No big deal in the grand scheme of things but it was just the tip of the iceberg.

Spare a thought for the poor young lad who fell off a vertical round about (it was a tall pole with handles which five or six children could stand on and spin round on). He fell off and his friends carried on spinning, faster, and then decided to start sticking their legs out behind them so he got booted in the side of the head too.

I was right on the other side of the park when this happened and I watched for a few minutes as they carried on playing while no-one came to his aid.

So of course, when this piece of equipment became free my children (three and five) and their friend rushed to have a go.It all started off pleasant enough with them spinning it gently and laughing as it went round, but a couple of minutes later two older boys, at least ten I’m guessing, tried to climb aboard too, despite my requests they wait until the younger ones had finished. But it’s a public park and despite asking politely, I couldn’t stop them.

They initially pushed one of our crowd off while it was stationary as he was adjusting his footing and was half on and half off. I had to intervene and tell them to let him back on. Then they started spinning the pole fast. Again I intervened and remind them the rest of the children were a lot younger and could they please slow down.

Of course, they didn’t listen, and were spinning it even faster at which point my three-year-old who was already clinging on for dear life – started to look very pale. Me and another mum forced them to stop and the whole time they just stared back at me blankly as if I was speaking a foreign language,

Both my kids were so dizzy when they got off they fell over several times. Perhaps I shouldn’t have let them play on it at all, perhaps I should have insisted the other kids wait until they finished. In the heat of the moment I wasn’t really thinking properly – maybe I thought they would do as I ask, the first time. More fool me.

What got me was the sheer arrogance and rudeness of these boys, who barged their way onto the roundabout without a thought for anyone else. I would be appalled if my children ever behaved like that.

But it comes as no surprise really – the parents of these two weren’t to be seen. After the final altercation I saw one of the boys head out of the park towards a shaded patch under some trees, so I’m guessing his guardian / carer / family were somewhere over there.

Their kids were running riot – but they were OK; they were out of their hair and they were getting to enjoy a peaceful summer’s afternoon. Perhaps I should have gone and tackled them about it too, but I’d had enough confrontation by that point, and I doubt they would have cared anyway.

I was brought up to respect my elders and do as I was told. Sadly that appears to have gone by the way for many of today’s youngsters. Maybe I’m being precious and over-protective, but my children were too young to stand up against these yobs – after all that’s what they were.

It wouldn’t have surprised me if one of the boys had tried to hit me during our altercation – but would I step in again? In a heartbeat. Yes.

We left just after this.

What does everyone else think? Would love to hear your thoughts on this one – have you ever stepped in to reprimand someone else’s child?  Tell me about it here, join in the chat on my Yellowbelly Mummy Facebook page or Tweet me @_KateChapman 

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How not to make a volcano

20150526_130215I’m not normally one for posting about our crafting efforts – which if I’m honest are usually pretty naff.

The one I’m about to share with you wasn’t much different – but the making stage was good fun and helped while away most of an entire day the other week when we were confined to the house thanks to the dreaded pox.

Not only did it combine arts and crafts with a bit of science (!), it also saw my pair work together – in fact there wasn’t a single squabble while they were engaged in the task at hand. Definitely a first.

So what did we make – well the headline kind of gives it away. It was a foam-spitting volcano. Although because I didn’t follow the instructions to the tee, ours didn’t quite work as it should have done. But that didn’t seem to bother my pair, who were so enthusiastic about it we had to make the foam-spitting potion three times so they could see it in action again and again.

I probably bigged it up a bit too much though, as we watched a real one erupting on YouTube beforehand so they could see what we were aiming for and the boy was a little disappointed ours wasn’t spitting lava, hot ashes and fire.

As crafting goes it was quite simple – we had everything we needed to make the volcano in the house already. So if the weather gets a bit ropey over the next few weeks and you’re looking for something fun / different / cheap / crafty to do, then I’d definitely recommend giving this a go. (The recipe / instructions comes courtesy of Cool Stuff to Do published by Acturus).

WARNING! Now I’m going to go all Blue Peter on you. You will need –

900g flour

600g salt

4 tablespoons cooking oil

350ml water

Red food colouring

Baking soda


Black paint & red glitter (optional!)

You’ll also need a couple of baking trays, large bowl, washing-up liquid, small plastic bottle, funnel


Mix the flour, salt, cooking oil and water in the bowl to make a firm, smooth salt dough.

Stand the bottle on the baking tray and mould your dough around the base of the bottle.

Build your dough up around the bottle into a cone shape and cover it to the top – but don’t let any dough fall in. It should look something like this –


When it’s dry roughly paint it black and then go crazy with the red glitter, like this –

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20150526_114524Now comes my favourite bit. Mix ten drops of red food colouring with warm water and pour 400ml into the bottle.

Squirt in eight drops of washing up liquid.

Add three tablespoons of baking soda to create your lava. Finally pour in vinegar (through the funnel) to fill the bottle. Then remove the funnel – and stand back to watch her blow – like so (except for some reason my cheap food colouring didn’t show up and I think my bottle was also a bit on the big side. Other than that, a great success!)

20150526_130149And now here comes the science – vinegar is acid. Baking soda is a base. They react together to produce carbon dioxide gas. As gases take up more space than solids and liquids the mixture bubbles up and out of the bottle. There you have it!


Just a word of advice – don’t try mixing other household chemicals unless you are SURE it is safe to do so!!

Let us know if you have a go and what your little ones think! Tell me about it here, join in the chat on my Yellowbelly Mummy Facebook page or Tweet me @_KateChapman 

My Bakewell Boy – An Ode to Mr Kipling

When you become a parent, you accept there are certain things you’re going to be forced to buy more of on a regular basis.

In the baby days its nappies, wipes, nappy rash cream, teething gel and other such essentials. As they grow I’ve noticed we’re ploughing through toilet roll at an unprecedented rate of knots and orange squash consumption has rocketed to that of a small country.

There’s also another item on my shopping bill which sees to be mounting up at a rather alarming rate, for my boy has developed a liking – actually, it’s more of an addiction – to Mr Kipling’s Cherry Bakewells.

It’s getting to the stage that I’m starting to fear I may have to search out the local branch of Bakewells’ Anonymous.

To be fair though – life is better with cake (he definitely takes after his mum on that one) – so in homage to the gorgeous cherry ones, I’ve penned a little poem.

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My boy getting pie-eyed – quite literally!

My boy’s addicted to Bakewells,
Only Mr Kipling’s will do,
They’re full of jammy goodness,
With a cherry on top too.

Smothered in fondant icing,
In a sumptuous pastry case,
He just can’t get them in fast enough,
These Bakewells to stuff his face.

‘Cherry Bakewell, Mummy please?’
After every meal he whines,
But I don’t have the heart to refuse him,
Although at breakfast I draw the line.

I’ve tried to tempt him with other stuff*,
His addiction is costing a bomb,
Six in a pack, just aren’t enough,
Thank goodness they’re on 2-for-1!

* Actually this isn’t strictly true – he says the apple, blackberry & apple and trifle Bakewells are exceedingly good too.

Disclaimer – Mr Kipling hasn’t asked / sponsored me to write this post. My boy just LOVES them and I think the summer holidays has  sent me doolally already…. #SOS send coffee now. Please.

Friday Frolics