I didn't get out of toiling altogether. There was the risk assessment to update to reflect the different activities and displays at the fayre. The Morris Men are, by all accounts that I read whilst doing their research, a rather safe bunch. Tug of war, though is a different kettle of fish. It's an accident waiting to happen with the potential for slips, trips and rope burns.
The other thing that I did was to contribute an offering for the cake stall. Had I have not done so Louis would have had to don his school uniform whilst everyone else was in mufti as a reward for their mums' baking efforts. And that would not do. Yikes! Late on Thursday evening I remembered that I was right out of eggs even though I'd popped into Asda earlier. What's more, on Friday morning I discovered that my sugar supply was depleted. Yes, a cup of tea with two sugars would have been possible but the amount was insufficient for any cake recipe I'd ever seen.
What to do? I comtemplated cheesy scones but in the end settled on the easiest flapjacks ever. Just follow this recipe here to rustle up something that can easily been made on a schoolday morning if you too are a crap mother. Just shove them in the fridge to set after they've cooked. What made mine extra specially yummy was, that instead of using second rate ingredients that I'll confess I nearly always do when baking for a fete, I used expensive stuff because that's all I had. Wonderful organic jumbo oats, Tate & Lyle Golden syrup and seasalt and butter that both haled from Cornwall. I was particularly miffed about the butter as I'd bought it as a special treat so had no qualms in keeping a few of my creations back for elevenses. They were delicious and I think I might have deserved them!