That's certainly some cake.
Had a bad cake experience myself this week, though. Little Zoot is one year old today (yay) and we had a bit of a gathering on Sunday. My job last week was to organise the cake, and after sulking because I couldn't find one in the shape of a dinosaur I had to go into a shop and order a fairly bog-standard train-shaped one (for which they still wanted twenty quid).
Woman said they really needed four working days' notice to turn the cake around, and I was a silly boy for leaving it so close to the day. But because she liked my smile she promised to sort it, and I was to call in the next morning to pay.
Next morning came and there was a different woman in the shop, who said that the order hadn't been placed and it was now completely, utterly, without-a-doubt too late so I should sod off.
Had to make do with a Marks and Sparks ready made one, which was quite nice I suppose, and Zoot only being one he didn't really give a toss.
But I would rather have had a train cake. Or a dinosaur cake, really. Or, actually, an Olulabelle special. Can I book you for June 9 2005? |
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