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The daily(ish) news updates of MHHSBD’s Group Cake’s stalwart members and friends for life, Vicki, Hanna, Adele, Jo, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Anne, Cat Melly and Sarah. Aided and abetted by the amazing admin team of Sarah (Mike), Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah and Darren. This is definitely NOT made in Stockport…

Roadtrip

Roadtrip

An early coffee delivery from Bartholemew preceeded Jo's arrival up the M40. First to be picked up was Cat, who was ready with her rucksack full of Haribo and Yarn, followed by a quick detour east to collect Anne. It was a good job she set off early because those road...

Try Google(y) Eyes

Try Google(y) Eyes

It was a flurry of activity this morning as Hanna fresh from her attempts to run a taxi driver over yesterday in her monster truck, had yet another idiot to share with us and we all gathered around the campfire to share the mirth... or the metaphorical virtual...

With a little help from my friends..

With a little help from my friends..

So, I'm just going to get a little serious here. Group Cake is more than the sum of its parts. When one slice is hurt, the whole cake feels the cut and comes together. We're here for everyone and it's a place for a giggle, for friendship, a vent, and above all for...

Please sir, can I be excused?

Please sir, can I be excused?

Swearah's exciting Weather Machine purchase from the middle Isle at Lidl appears to have developed a fault, causing the sun to turn to rain. After spending an hour looking for the receipt, she planned on taking it back for a refund. In Norfolk, however, Anne was...

It wasn’t the coffee that carried her offee…

It wasn’t the coffee that carried her offee…

Having gone to bed burying his head in the sand over a panicked Etsy order, Lee has now gone back in time to 1856 and found his password and hence, listing, being relieved he put in a sensible lead time. Past Lee seems to have been uncharacteristically sensible, which...

Pilates of the Carribean (Durham Edition)

Pilates of the Carribean (Durham Edition)

Cat woke up this morning and hissed at her reflection, causing Anne to glance up from her cup of coffee in surprise. The hissy French sophisticat muttered something about CCTV and then went off to post about the launch of her new Citrus Owl pattern. Shaking her head...

Welcome to the Dungeon… (again)

Welcome to the Dungeon… (again)

Following a severe lack of pants this morning, (there's a running theme here) Lee was inundated with offers of a hand, until Anne realised we weren't American... A brand new, packet-sealed pair was sent by emergency carrier pigeon... A lack of milk also prompted Jo to...

Got to Hand it to him…

Got to Hand it to him…

Adele, fresh from a Night Shift packing shower melts (so bound to smell fresh) wearily dropped in this morning to say hi, before collapsing in a Fragrance Oil Coma for the second time in a week. Darren advertised the Group Transfer Window as being open, and at...

Give Peas a Chance

Give Peas a Chance

It's rare that your column writer features, but today has mostly been pea-related as Lee hijacked the Group Chat with pea-related nonsense (yes I know I've used pea-related twice, OK, three times, in the same sentence) in a completely non-admin-sanctioned challenge to...

Sufragette City

Sufragette City

Swearah began the day by being incredibly excited about finding a fresh pair of pants in the drier and thankfully avoided having a Pilates-related accident as she celebrated. Vicki flew in to tell us that she now has to find a new place to sleep as her flat is now a...

Roadtrip

An early coffee delivery from Bartholemew preceeded Jo's arrival up the M40. First to be picked up was Cat, who was ready with her rucksack full of Haribo and Yarn, followed by a quick detour east to collect Anne. It was a good job she set off early because those road...

Try Google(y) Eyes

It was a flurry of activity this morning as Hanna fresh from her attempts to run a taxi driver over yesterday in her monster truck, had yet another idiot to share with us and we all gathered around the campfire to share the mirth... or the metaphorical virtual...

With a little help from my friends..

So, I'm just going to get a little serious here. Group Cake is more than the sum of its parts. When one slice is hurt, the whole cake feels the cut and comes together. We're here for everyone and it's a place for a giggle, for friendship, a vent, and above all for...

Please sir, can I be excused?

Swearah's exciting Weather Machine purchase from the middle Isle at Lidl appears to have developed a fault, causing the sun to turn to rain. After spending an hour looking for the receipt, she planned on taking it back for a refund. In Norfolk, however, Anne was...

It wasn’t the coffee that carried her offee…

Having gone to bed burying his head in the sand over a panicked Etsy order, Lee has now gone back in time to 1856 and found his password and hence, listing, being relieved he put in a sensible lead time. Past Lee seems to have been uncharacteristically sensible, which...

Pilates of the Carribean (Durham Edition)

Cat woke up this morning and hissed at her reflection, causing Anne to glance up from her cup of coffee in surprise. The hissy French sophisticat muttered something about CCTV and then went off to post about the launch of her new Citrus Owl pattern. Shaking her head...

Welcome to the Dungeon… (again)

Following a severe lack of pants this morning, (there's a running theme here) Lee was inundated with offers of a hand, until Anne realised we weren't American... A brand new, packet-sealed pair was sent by emergency carrier pigeon... A lack of milk also prompted Jo to...

Got to Hand it to him…

Adele, fresh from a Night Shift packing shower melts (so bound to smell fresh) wearily dropped in this morning to say hi, before collapsing in a Fragrance Oil Coma for the second time in a week. Darren advertised the Group Transfer Window as being open, and at...

Give Peas a Chance

It's rare that your column writer features, but today has mostly been pea-related as Lee hijacked the Group Chat with pea-related nonsense (yes I know I've used pea-related twice, OK, three times, in the same sentence) in a completely non-admin-sanctioned challenge to...

Sufragette City

Swearah began the day by being incredibly excited about finding a fresh pair of pants in the drier and thankfully avoided having a Pilates-related accident as she celebrated. Vicki flew in to tell us that she now has to find a new place to sleep as her flat is now a...