...so she baked a cake. Really.
She came round with Alex and Torrin for tea and after giving him a botle of whisky which made hime very happy she showed him his chocolate swiss roll cake.
She lit the lit candles and we all sang.
I didn't eat all my cake because my tummy hurt but everyone else scoffed it all - it was really special and Dad is really lucky.
Grandma has bought him a cake for tomrrow too which will be the last day of Dad's birthday week. I think Mum may have one too .... will i get three cakes on my birthday ... oh and a whole week of parties and presents?
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