Sticky Fingers

 After breakfast, I sent the children to school and then I went to market. It was still early when I returned home. The children were at school, my husband was at work and the house was quiet. So I decided to make some tarts for tea. In a short time I was busy mixing butter and flour myhands were soon covered with sticky pastry. At exactly that momment, the thelephone rang. Nothing could have been more annoying. I picked up the receiver between two sticky fingers and was dismayed when I recognized the voice of Mrs Bates. It took me ten minutes to persuade her to ring back later. At last I hung up the receiver. What a mess! There was pastry on my fingers, on the thelephone, and on the door-knobs. I had no sooner got back to the kitchen than the door-bell rang
loud enough to wake the dead. This time it was the postman and he wanted me to sign for a registered letter!