Pop-cakes in the Faraway Tree

The senior hound is sleeping off her hangover and the younger is more relaxed now that the house is empty. The cause for both is the same: hosting a party for approximately fifty seventeen and eighteen year olds at the weekend. Our labrador hasn't had it so good since the house was constantly filled with toddlers in years gone by; teens under the influence tend to drop food with or without knowledge, and certainly without care.

At the birthday child's suggestion I had bought a special 'pop-cake' tin in a well known department store on Oxford Street; the thought being that these miniature items of loveliness might help the liquid refreshment go down. I have a few observations to make: 1) No help whatsoever is needed to aid imbibement as far as celebrating eighteen year olds are concerned; 2)Pop-cakes featured in my imagination as some wonderful creations found in the Faraway tree in Enid Blyton's books. They may sound delightful, but they're a hell of a bind to make, give me cupcakes any day of the week and, 3) In the late hours and those small ones the next morning, quantities of chips and pizza were wolfed down as fast as I could extract them from the cooker: pop-cakes, what pop-cakes?

Said senior hound managed to eat dropped cheese puffs, assorted other forms of deep-fried crisps; cheese & pineapple,(had to have a retro something somewhere); pizza crusts; only one chip that I dropped en route to the oven; baguette crusts, pop-cakes (and their sticks), a few discarded mini cheese & onion rolls; at least a dozen chocolates in their wrappers; kept the birthday cake out of her way; no cocktail sausages as I don't think they even made it onto a plate before they were eaten; some chocolate finger biscuits and probably a pint or so of spilled beer, cider, wine and other lethal concoctions. Once we had cleared the house and adjoining tent on Sunday morning, her job was done and she slept well. Her stomach hasn't stopped rumbling and we run together to the back door fairly frequently; but she'd do it all again at the drop of a hat! Oh, and I think the birthday child enjoyed the whole shabang too!