. . . when I start counting the candles on my cake.
It was my birthday yesterday and my daughter wanted to have us round for a celebratory meal. She learned from a Mexican friend how to cook in their inimitable style, so after a really nice meal I've had heartburn all night until I finally decided to get up at 3 in the morning for a cup of hot milk to try and quell the flames
Imagine my surprise though, when after the fiery meal my wife presented me with an incredible birthday cake she had had specially made for me.
She works in a primary school, where their progressive head teacher has a sugarcraft lady come in to help small groups of pupils to try their little hands at making cake decorations. She gets on really well with the sugarcraft lady, so asked her to make me a metal detecting themed cake. I was really touched (anybody who knows me will readily agree that I'm 'touched . . . ') so thought I'd share it with everybody on here.
It depicts a detectorist taking an obviously well-deserved break, sitting on a rock surrounded by gold coins and rings. My thinking is that the scene must be set on a beach and that the gold coins would be upwards of a foot across when taken in scale with the detectorist.
My ambition now is to find that beach . . .