I was extolling on all the benefits of my country living - fetes and fairs and cake stalls - and bewailing what will happen when there's no more old quilters and cake-bakers.
It was then that my workmate told me about one local lady who was supposed to supply a cake for her netball club's trading table so she went around the corner, bought a cake from the church stall, and passed it off as her own on the netball stall.
PMSL I just wouldn't have the balls to do it.
I'd giggle at the idea and then go donate them $10.
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