I know it’s been a while, but I only got hold of this photo today. This is the cake I had for my birthday. The family get four every year, one for each family member. They get them from the same place, and they’ve been going there for close to 20 years. Apparently when they went to order my cake, the guy was really excited, because it was the wrong time of year. On the day of my birthday they convinced me that they had forgotten to pick it up, and that I wouldn’t have a cake. I wasn’t particularly bothered by this since the cake is really hard to eat, all cream and nuts and things. Then suddenly the lights went out and there it was in all it’s glory.
And it was jolly good too.