Almost

It's almost the Bug's birthday, and I almost made him a cake from scratch, except that the sponges I baked tasted truly and completely terrible. Into the bin they went, and cue supermarket madiera cake, creatively sculpted to turn cuboids into a cylinders, and layered up with cream and raspberries. Surprisingly OK. 

We had a small party with family, which I was glad about as the Bug has a trio of illnesses (including hand and foot and mouth). He's just not well. And this at the end of the week that saw three accident forms at nursery, one of which involved a launch from a ball pit, a cut head and a subsequent black eye. Still, it was a nice summery day, and the Bug enjoyed several new toys including a push along full of blocks and a wooden train. Hard to believe he turns one tomorrow.