In the gingerbread house am I,   having spent today making candles with a new gingerbread scent that I had delivered (not by a witch I might add)  That would be a great name for a candle supplies company wouldn’t it?  “The Wicked Witch of the Wax”  The scent went down well with my kids, which is always a good sign, especially when they try to eat the candles!  They didn’t really,  but that has just reminded me of a funny story when I ate some strawberry scented bubble bath back in the 70’s.  I can’t be the only one to have done it,  big cork lid,  smelled gorgeous? – tasted like shit though.  I was so naive that I thought it would actually taste of strawberries,  how sad is that….?  I’m not sure how old I was at the time, old enough to know better though.  Whilst other kids around the UK (mainly Paignton) were busy impregnating themselves I was eating bubble bath!  Kept me out of trouble though, until the ripe old age of 14 when Central Park opened in Beaconsfield on Maxwell Road and then a whole new journey began…..well,  the journey from my house to the pub!