In the gingerbread house am I, having spent today making candles with a new gingerbread scent that I had delivered (not by a witch I might add) That would be a great name for a candle supplies company wouldn’t it? “The Wicked Witch of the Wax” The scent went down well with my kids, which is always a good sign, especially when they try to eat the candles! They didn’t really, but that has just reminded me of a funny story when I ate some strawberry scented bubble bath back in the 70’s. I can’t be the only one to have done it, big cork lid, smelled gorgeous? – tasted like shit though. I was so naive that I thought it would actually taste of strawberries, how sad is that….? I’m not sure how old I was at the time, old enough to know better though. Whilst other kids around the UK (mainly Paignton) were busy impregnating themselves I was eating bubble bath! Kept me out of trouble though, until the ripe old age of 14 when Central Park opened in Beaconsfield on Maxwell Road and then a whole new journey began…..well, the journey from my house to the pub!