Last weekend there was a great big birthday round these parts. A first birthday, if you will.
There were big brothers with some important pre party prep to attend to.
There was a hell of a spread put on by a completely amazing mama, topped off with the best birthday cake I’ve ever seen.
And that spread, and in particular the cake, was very much enjoyed by the man of the hour, Mr 1.
This is just how cake should be enjoyed, don’t you think? With enthusiasm, gusto and commitment.
There were presents, which were duly thrown to the ground with glee.
And who cares, so long as there is glee?
Happy Birthday to Mr 1, I am not sure what our exact familial connection is, as he is my cousin’s son, but I signed his birthday book Aunty Al anyway. Can’t hurt to have a few extra Aunties, right?