Muffins, Museums and Marijuana
To: Sarah-Jane Chlamydia Rossington-Smythe.
Subject: I seem to have ommitted something.
Dearest Chlamydia
Regarding how I survived out there and paid my bill: I ended up working in the café in which I had first arrived. They were a tad reluctant at first, but my common sense – not to mention culinary expertise – prevailed. For a café they were making some of the most unacceptable cakes I’ve ever tasted – all dried up and hard – and I felt it my duty to show them how to bake properly.
Do you know, they’d never even heard of Battenburg?
As it happens I also managed to provide some assistance with their horticultural efforts. They appear to have been cultivating some form of herb and, as you know, I’ve always had green fingers. There were disagreements between myself and the other staff over its use (it went in absolutely everything) but, in retrospect I must admit that it did add a certain something and proved remarkably versatile in the end.
In fact it even proved effective in the casserole I knocked up on our last night. Although I fear I may have overfed my new friends at the time as an astonishing number of them fell asleep.
All in all they were a most peculiar group. Several of them wept when I left – still it’s always nice to be appreciated.
Felicitations,
Batty.