Pancakes?

At about 6 last night my phone rang. My mobile ringing always gives me a fright as I have a manic child crying as my ringtone, and then once that starts, and I've realised it is my phone, I have to go on a phone-hunt. It's a good job very few people call me on it. In fact nobody calls me on the landline either... aaaah ... just call me Lizzy-no-mates.

But back to the story.

'Hello,' I said, when I'd found it.

'Pancakes,' the voice on the other end breathed.

'Pancakes?'

'It's Shrove Tuesday. I just wanted to make sure you'd remembered.'

It was Steve who comes to Zac's.

'I've made muffins for tonight but I'm bringing just a few pancakes.'

'Ah, good.'

'They'll be under the counter in a brown paper bag. Just wink at Di and she'll sneak you one.'

Honestly, they're putting in requests now.