Another ‘triumph’ of improvised kit, in which I assemble a cake with hammers for hands, prove once and for all that I am not a maths geek, and lose any pretence of being a model parent by measuring out brandy in a baby’s bottle.
So, I did it again. That ‘pride – fall’ thing. I was thinking to myself “cake, layered with whipped cream, coffee and chocolate? How hard can that be? This blog post is going to be really boring…”
And so it is, up to a point… Continue reading