As I believed I may have hinted on twitter, today is my birthday and the other half baked me a cake. A triple-layer chocolate Devil’s food cake with coffee icing, no less, and no candles because, well, there wasn’t room, such is my vast age.
Now normally, I pay a little more attention to the background and surroundings when taking my photos, but I only remembered I wanted to take a photo of the cake when we were about to eat it and it’s like hippos and water: you should really never get between the other half and a cake* so I had to take the picture quite quickly without removing all the background clutter and artfully placing the cake on a clear surface because that would have taken too long.
So here it is, the unexpurgated, annotated town mouse household as it really is. I really should get round to tidying up a little, one of these days.
I have one or two items of birthday swag which may serve to enhance this blog (and no, they didn’t include ’100 interesting things to post on your blog instead of banging on about gardening and bikes all the time’. Sorry. Maybe next year). Details to follow.
*Not that he in any other way resembles a hippo, I hasten to add.
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