In a moment of stupidity I agreed to have a charity garden party in July. Afternoon tea on the lawn seemed such a good idea, until I really thought about it. I must have been having a senior moment because anyone that knows me - knows I don't cook. So making homemade cakes is far beyond my capabilities. However not to be defeated last weekend I decided to have a go - at cake making that is. My first efforts of baking - butterfly cakes - was moderately successful. All agreed they were edible if dry. I then made some raspberry and almond tartlets. The flaked almonds on the top were the softest consistency the rest of the pastry and sponge could have been used to stone someone to death. Even the waste disposal groaned and shuddered. Finally and this is definitely finally I made a Victorian sponge - who could go wrong with Delia's recipe - me of course. Tim summed it up with these words, 'It's a bit like a confused scone.' Okay I give up (sigh of relieve from family,) I am going to stick to floristry plus a list of jobs an arms length to get the scruffy garden immaculately groomed before the event. Ray were are you. 'Coming dear,' I hear as he disappears to the bowls club.