I'd forget my head... if I could,

I was on morning tea at church this morning.

No big deal, right?

For this non domestic chicky it is.

Here's my rundown.

My expectation:

Cakes, muffins, biscuits, scones with jam and cream.
All artistically placed on platters.
Pretty platters.

Image:

http://homely-one.blogspot.com.au/2010/10/pink-ribbon-morning-tea-fundraiser_31.html

My reality:
Shop bought shortbread biscuits, shop bought choc chip biscuits, shop bought savoury  biscuits. 
Tipped out on a plate.
And put on the table.




Please note how carefully I staged the photo. 
I know, you're welcome.

Every time I see my name on the roster, I earnestly plan the home made delights I will prepare to put out for people to enjoy.

Then I wake up on the Sunday morning and remember I forgot. 

Again.

So I dash into the supermarket on the way to church.

I arrive at church really early because I know, just know I'll forget something.

I fill the urn, put out the tea and coffee, then fill a nice sugar bowl and milk jug.

Sit through church hoping the urn is heating up properly but not too much.

Then head out and wait for the crowd to come through.

Only today they didn't. Only a fraction of the congregation came to the hall.

Was it my shop bought food?

The church plates instead of patterned plates?

Or...


Oh.
I know what I forgot.

To tell people morning tea was in the hall.

In summer it's usually outside where people can mingle.

Today I set up in the hall.

I told you I was no good at this stuff.

Lucky the family like shop bought left over biscuits.