A year 7 boy, breathless after a sprint from his Maths class, stands hopefully at the beginning of morning break by the Shiplake Marquee outside the new Lower School. Matron grins and asks,'Victoria Sponge or Chocolate Fudge Brownie?
'Both please', replies the salivating,slavering individual.
'That'll be 80p'. He proffers the various coins, picks up the cakes and scoffs it down as fast as he can, desperate to buy more before they sell out.
Before long the Marquee cake sellers are beseiged by hopeful cake eaters who stare in awestruck wonder at the beautiful gorgeous cakes festooning the tables, the hard work of many boys and no doubt their patient parents.
'Never before in the field of human cake eating has so much been baked but eaten by so few, growled the Churchillian figure of Mr Howorth as he chomped his way through yet another fairy cake.
Willing runners took trays of cakes to all corners, even up the drive to Welsh, to boost sales. Soon the news of the cake sale was spreading like wildfire. The colourful posters had done their work too, and supply could barely keep up with demand.
For three days the feast continued. Waistlines of staff visibly widened. Cakes were consumed on a hitherto unimaginable scale.
Then came the reckoning.
£300 raised. 3000000000000 calories (apporximately!)
Sister Frances Dominica, who founded Helen Douglas House, spoke movingly at the Full School Service at the end of last term about the care they offer young people with terminal cancer.
Hopefully our efforts have made a small but worthwhile contribution to the invaluable work they do.
Massive thanks to all who made it such a splendiferous success. (Swiss) roll on next year.
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