Not a Cake

Another sunny day. I went to a café and bakery on my way to visit my mother, and bought a very pretty little strawberry cake for us and her carer.
Only when we were all sitting on my mother’s terrace with coffee and the cake, and I wanted to blip it, I realised that I had left my phone at home. 

So I can only offer an ECB* of Chaiyya, burrowing under the cotton throw that’s supposed to cover our old (and thoroughly clawed) sofa.

*Emergency Cat Blip