Ha Ha, yeah the great gingerbread escape was a classic. Must write a poem about that one day.
Those little flowers always smelt like tobacco because Grandad kept them in an old tobacco tin. I wonder if that's why I never took up smoking. I didn't mind the smell but cigarettes never tasted as good as those stolen flowers. Shirley made little icing fruits as well, apples, strawberries and the like. She tricked us with those because she used a clove as a base.
