Destroying the Nest

Nest-cake picture (with mapping) The kids were playing up as usual. I suspected the older two were shoplifting and the youngest was still in nappies. The only refuge for me was in the kitchen. I set to work on the chocolate nest cake.

As I started to cut deeply, through the chocolate flakes, deep into the sweet yellow sponge, I had an idea. I turned around, the Kitchen Devil in my hand, and started to shred the curtains. Next I kicked-in the fridge door and pulled the door of the washing machine. Now there was no stopping me. I turned to the bottle of milk. Shards of glass lay over the kitchen floor...

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