Drunk baker...

Bottle of wine for lunch.

A little fizz.

More wine at 5pm.

Home at 8pm.

Start baking.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well apart from a sugar spillage all over the kitchen floor and being two eggs short resulting in a drunken stoat to the corner shop in my pjs, absolutely nothing went wrong!

Look at that perfect cake!!

Although now the second one is in the oven and I'm wandering round the flat playing with the cat to stay awake for another 37 minutes.