Buns, and heat

How do you like your buns? Hot and crossed? Well, Britain has an Easter tradition that is just the thing for you. The hot crossed bun is something between a bread and a cake and it is served toasted and buttered in the run up to Easter.

And every year I get a childish kick out of the fact that someone, somewhere is going to ask me if I'd like one. Yesterday was a classic. We were at the school spring fair, an event that's organised by the ever-so-pleased-with-themselves ladies who run the Parent-Teacher Association.

I don't think they like me. It's either because I work or that I have a bit of an attitude, or both, but the smiles I get are very forced and there's not a lot of warmth behind the eyes.

So when the PTA chairperson thrust a plate at me and said "hot crossed buns...?" I could only just supress a fit of the giggles. How should I have answered? Maybe something like: "Well, yes,as it happes. Thanks for asking, but it's OK as long as I don't sit down..."