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..."