Every Little Thing She does is magic

So this morning a cake appears in the kitchen.

I yowel enthusiastically. Announcing. 'is this for me?'

H arrives and says 'is for everyone'

I repeat 'is this for me'

H nods, sighs and says. 'Yes'

'what is it red velvet?' Says me.

'zucchini, nut, cream cheese and cinnamon' answers H

Inside my head am thinking 'why do this to me, present something that looks so lush and disguise vegetables and nuts in it?'

H cuts me a slice and I say a little smaller piece please... And he obliges.

I take my slice downstairs and tentatively cut with my fork.

Oh my bloody god!

Really?

This is the best cake in the world!

Is totally lush.

Is so lush I eat it really slowly to savour every bit.

As then I send an email out to everyone telling them it is rubbish but so as not to offend H and the lovely E who made it, cut a slice and bring it down to me, where I will dispose of it safely!

I am a bloody genius!

H went one step further, got wind of my plan and stuck this on it!

Pah ha ha ha


IT'S ALL MIne!!! MINE I SAY!!!!