So I put the oven on to heat up while I prepared the cake. Soon a familiar smell wafted from it. Yes, the meatballs were still in there.
Too late i.e. they were too warm, to risk getting food poisoning so I'm having to cook them now and we'll have them reheated for dinner tonight. I am beginning to wish I'd never bought these flipping meatballs.
'Should you cook sponge cake the same time as meatballs?' Husband asked. 'Won't the cake taste of the meat sauce?'
'I don't bleeping care if it does.'
And I dropped an egg that splattered all over the floor. I should not have got up this week. It's bad even by my standards.
And it just got worse: I took the sponge cakes out of the oven.
Trust me when I tell you I am renowned for my cake-making!