It's E's 13th birthday today. There should be wonderful pictures of the cake my Mum made for him. It was a race track complete with candle cars and a gold trophy candle. She spent 2 days on it and did a marvelous job. It is, unfortunately, inside the tummy's of 3 very smug looking dogs who can apparently jump 6 feet vertically when it's made worth their while. Buggrem, buggrit. I'm right down the list of top mothers right now, Granny is however high on the top grannys list for bringing back chocolate eclairs from town as consolation.
Don't they look guilty?