I really need to get with it more.
This morning, as I was surfacing slowly, clutching tea, little bear looked at what looked like a big, upturned tin of Celebrations. He did know, as he remembered seeing it, that there was a cake on there, sitting on the lid with the tin protectively over it.
If he hadn't picked it up, shook it and announced that he was just going to look at it before I could grab it off him then I am sure the fancy cake darling father brought back from the Methodists would be in better condition.
Little bear is feeling better!
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