birthday

Address to a Rubik’s Cube, upon the celebration of its 40th birthday

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Wee awefu’ devilish Rubik’s Cube,

You mak me feel like sic a newb,

I’d rather sit an watch the tube,

Than try an fix thee.

My heid is gangin loop the loop,

An A’m feelin dizzy.

Happy Birthday Book club!

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Photo of the book club members at its first birthday party!

Last week, RBBM’s Book Club and Cupcake Cafe celebrated its first birthday in style. For the past year, the group has been meeting on the last Tuesday afternoon of every month and has now swelled in numbers so much it has had to be split into two! Every month a new book is selected and past reading material has included the Suspicions of Mr Whicher and The Widow and her Hero. These books are kindly provided for us by the Carnegie Library in Ayr. To mark this special occasion, our catering department provided some delicious looking scones, and the group’s very own pastry chef created this scrumptious big iced cake and candle! We would like to wish the Book Club a very Happy Birthday and give a big thanks to everyone involved in running it and of course all those who attend!

The organisers of the book club cut the cake

In other news, our dedicated team of volunteers have been working hard to prepare the garden shop for opening on the 18th April (Good Friday). The Friends of RBBM have raised a lot of money for a very good cause with the proceeds from plant sales and are looking forward to getting stuck in again this year. Watch this space for further details.

Address to a Caterpillar Cake

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In our family we usually mark birthdays by devouring a Chocolate caterpillar cake (Other insect-shaped desserts are available), and it’s great. It seemed appropriate to mark this sacrifice with a poem to salute the noble pudding, much as Robert Burns addressed his Haggis. This spin on ‘To a Mouse’ is the result:

 

Wee maukit chocolate-covered beastie,

O’whit a fondant’s in thy breastie,

Ye’ll mak an unco guid feastie,

Fer this birthday

 

I am sorry sic a hungry caterpillar,

A lettuce-champin cabbage-killer,

Should be a rumbling tummy-filler,

In sic a way

 

Ye are but swiss roll an smarties

But hame’s nae whit, but whaur the heart is,

An even the best laid birthday parties,

Gang aft agley

 

May ye hae smiles after ye’ve greetit,

An may ye always be well treatit,

An may ye hae yer cake an eat it,

Whiles cake ye hae