A fuller account of Craftacular will follow, doubtless. There are photos and everything - check out our Flickr stream. I have more to add, though most of them are of fabulous Shoreditch types that amused us unreasonably; and of M and I gurning at each other during quiet patches in the afternoon (we had sold all the biscuits by 2). We had stupid, huge, hilarious fun and are hatching fantasy plans to run away from our real lives and live in a Craft Squat in London. We would have to eat each other after about a week given the financial viability of biscuit/cosy making as based on our sub-Apprentice performance, but no matter. As if I needed another reason to get wistful and torn about being away from London. Getting back on the train was as big a struggle as ever and the empty, fermented Salmon Palace, fond of it though I am, is no substitute for friends and family, and great grey grimy greasy London. (Have we been here before? A few million times in the last year, say? Repetitive, moi?)
The weekend was filled with wildlife. In the very early hours of Saturday morning quite mad with baking stress and white wine and laughing, I saw a beautiful, insouciant fox trotting down Portobello Road. Even the minicab driver was quite enchanted. There has been guinea pig fondling and discussion of broken depressive dogs. Saturday saw us making repeated trips up the aisle at Craftacular to check out the taxidermy stall which featured an oddly touching curled up squirrel in a box as well as a seriously disturbing lamb and a flattened road kill crow. Best of all, this morning in a totally unexpected and magical turn of events, I got to go to see a brand new BABY OKAPI at London Zoo. The baby okapi is so new and fragile and wibbly that we were the first people apart from the keepers to see it and I had to ask if it was ok to mention it here. And oh, baby okapi, but you were so charming that I am regretting only having human babies. Okapi babies are ACE. Not only are they on their feet within half an hour, after a couple of comically charming falls, they have amazing stripy marking from birth and huge disproportionate, fluffy ears. Oh, and they are entirely silent. Seriously, how much better than a human baby is that? I've known for many years I don't want any more children, but that was before I met okapi children. I have been obliged to reconsider my position, I mean, stripy arse, huge furry ears, virtually independent after half an hour. What's not to love?
So from now on, I am only dating okapis. It's ALL OKAPI, ALL THE TIME for the Waffle. Human F, 35, seeks fertile M Okapi, handy with hooves for patisserie purposes, happy to live in fantasy craft squat. Serious candidates only.