It’s my birthday on Sunday. I got in from work and chatted to the Girl. “Oh,” she said, “I made you an apple cake”.

I don’t really like apple cake. Or tart. Or pie – unless it’s swathed in custard.

“Great,” I said. I went into the kitchen.

I hadn’t fully understood what she meant.

apple cake!

Dorkiest birthday cake evah!

1 comment on this entry.

  • Nina | 21 Sep 2004

    That is so sickeningly cute that I can’t even find the words. :)