Morning froglettes,

As you know, it was Shrove Tuesday this week and Shrove Tuesday means pancakes – lots and lots of delicious pancakes. So, to celebrate I invited Herring Gull Harry over for supper.

I love making pancakes and got very excited once I had made the pancake mixture and put it in the frying pan, cooking one side and then – my favourite bit – tossing the pancake in the air and cooking the other side.

Now, I was making different coloured pancakes so I poured some of the mixture into four different bowls. Into the first bowl I poured some orange colouring and stirred it in. Into the second bowl I added some red colouring, into the third bowl some blue colouring and into the last bowl my favourite colour, green.

I tossed the orange pancake and put it on a plate in the middle of the table. I then repeated this with the red pancake and all was going fine until I got to tossing it. Perhaps I got a little over-excited and I might have tossed the pancake a little too high but it went so high it landed on the kitchen ceiling – SPLAT. I looked at it and then tried standing on a chair to get it off the ceiling but the chair was not high enough so I dragged the table under the pancake and could just about reach it while hopping with my arm outstretched and put the pancake back in the pan so that I could finish cooking it.

Now, it was the turn of the blue pancake but I guess my arms were tired from getting the red pancake off the ceiling because when I tossed it, it flew through the air and landed in the green mixture. Suddenly, there was green and blue pancake mixture all over the kitchen. Having fished the blue pancake out which was now all mixed in with the green pancake, it looked more like plasticine than an actual pancake!

Well, after all that drama, I thought nothing more could go wrong with my final pancake – nothing – especially as green IS my favourite colour. I concentrated very carefully when I tossed the pancake but, at that very moment, I slipped on some pancake mixture which had escaped onto the floor and as I fell on my back, the pancake landed on my face.

Just then, with perfect timing, my doorbell rang. Herring Gull Harry had arrived. I started to get up removing the pancake from my face only to find that I had hurt my ankle in the fall.

With the help of a chair, I stood up, looked at the mess all around me and hopped to the front door only for Herring Gull Harry to fall about laughing at the sight of me. Apparently, froglettes, I had red and green pancake mixture all over my face.

Still laughing, he hopped through to the kitchen, picked up the rest of the pancake mixture and putting it in the pan, he made two perfect pancakes, tossing them beautifully.

Oh, Herring Gull Harry has upstaged me, froglettes,

E