So today was the day of the great cake bake. And I haven't seen such excitement in the 4th floor meeting room for a long time.
More or less as the clock struck 11am - the allotted eating time - people began streaming onto our floor. And even the thinnest of girls seemed to manage to put away a very considerable amount of cakes. Many sugar induced headaches were filling the corridors by lunchtime.
Matthew wisely observed that the married were able to eat so many cakes as they no longer needed to care about their weight. Unlike the spinsters amongst us who limited their intake to a simple piece of Paul's apple cake, of Sarah's coca-cola chocolate cake and one of Mark's beetroot (organic veg obviously being an integral part of any cake bake). Matthew was even more restrained, sticking to the delicious biscuit-coated marshmallows.
We'd raised about £100 by lunchtime. Haven't counted all the loose change yet. And have just delivered the remainder of the wealth of cakes to the homeless of Leith.
I think we should save the orphans more often.