Birthday cake

A slow start to the day. Mum insists we take cake back with us and who are we to argue.

It's an uneventful drive back to Southampton. Some expensive, uninspiring airport food later we're airborne, bound for Edinburgh.... where they can't find our car keys. "You're not on our list" despite the computer printed receipt clearly showing date and time of return.

We get home via Sainsburys. It's cold, but the snow has gone. A stir fry with five spice, hoisin and plum sauce is quickly rustled up and consumed. As is the cake.

Angus does some biology and then we all watch Three Kings. Which we all enjoy. Miracle!