10th January 1962

Gosh my new year resolution to write in my diary regularly seems to be slipping by the wayside already. I resolve to do better!

I had a baking disaster yesterday. I decided to try a recipe for banana bread from Good Housekeeping. It's normally such a reliable source of recipes. I got distracted by the phone ringing half way through making it and clean forgot to put the baking powder in. The end result was a banana brick that was so solid it could have been used for building. W has been stoically working his way through it but it is almost inedible! I think I will give the rest to the chickens and hope they can digest it. I'm assuming that as they happily eat grit they will be able to cope with this culinary mishap.

I discovered more about the saga of Margaret's love life when Mrs Cox came to do the ironing this week. I'm not one for gossip as I have to be so careful given William's position but I will admit that I do suffer from the very human trait of curiosity.

Anyway I digress. Apparently Margaret has been seeing two different men at the same time. I tried to keep my face expressionless on hearing this information. The conversation ran thus.
"Well you see Mrs Eastley, she says she wants to marry one of them but only if she can work out whose baby it is." said Mrs Cox whilst vigourously ironing one of Willam's surplices.
"Yes, that seems wise." I replied trying not to think too hard about the moral ramifications that brought the situation about.
"I told her that if only she kept track of her dates better she wouldn't be in this pickle but then she was never much good at maths at school."

At this point William came into the kitchen and we changed the subject. He's not the shockable sort but I don't think he needed the level of detail that was coming out. Hopefully the situation will be resolved soon and we will have a wedding before she needs an enormous bouquet to disguise the situation.

I must write about my visit to Mrs Grant but it must be another day as I'm too tired to continue tonight. Must be up bright and early tomorrow as I'm hosting the Mother's Union here. I really can't have another baking disaster.