I was standing in the kitchen making a cake. The thought comes to me that I am very lucky to do this. I then think about when I was a child and was given the spatular when my mother had finished mixing the cakes she made. It was the best prize to a well behaved child.
I then say a prayer to all the children who don't have a home, a loving parent or carer, heat, light, food, an education or all the love that giving them the spatular entails.
