It's my birthday on Tuesday but as we're going away we decided to 'do it' today instead. Mum always comes for a brew on Saturday so cake needed to bought for the celebration. Mark asked me what sort I would like. Just a plain sponge one will be fine I said. This is what he came home with. I admit, even at very nearly 49, I was disappointed. Quite a lot actually. It didn't even warrant an "it's the thought that counts". Plus I didn't need to taste it to know I wouldn't like it.
This morning he took me to Sainsburys and I picked my own small cake, came home and decorated it with ribbon from my stash and dried roses from my vase. Now doesn't that look more like a birthday cake and at £4 it wasn't even expensive.
He redeemed himself on the present front though. I got a charm for my bracelet, (homage to all the knitting of teddies, dolls and babies I've been doing), a bottle of perfume and a voucher for The Works that'll keep me in books for weeks to come.
And the cake Mark bought? Well, he's eaten it of course to prove a point. Just like I would have done!