The sprog is 9 today so we had an alfresco lunch (er, that means outside for those who don’t know French like moi…) with roast pork, Yorkshire puds, crackling and lots of vegetables followed by a piece of cake.
Oh, my mum says it was actually pizza cake. Eh, pizza is tomatoes and stuff, how can it be cake? She made a cake then decorated the top as a pizza? Strange – why couldn’t we just have pizza as that’s the sprog’s favourite food? Favourite apart from cake? Oh, I see.