Delia's Pancakes
Delia Smith arrived and insisted on teaching pancake recipes.
I bolted my door and screamed "covid" at the top of my lungs.
She was smashing on the windows.
Recipe book in one hand, frying pan in the other.
She turned towards the door and charged headfirst.
Her sieve helmet crumpled.
The bolts held.
Delia hauled herself back to her feet and resumed clubbing the windows.
A spatula had found its way onto the flower bed.
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