William and I have found another thing we are united in: crying on our birthdays.
William’s weeping might’ve been something to do with the fact Andrew and I were at work and he was packed off to nursery for his bday. Or it might’ve been the crushing disappointment of his cake.
William had mentioned he wanted a train cake for his birthday but I hadn’t listened properly until I found him whispering to Siri: ‘Train. Cake. I want a train cake’
‘Did you say Train Cake?’
Oh now you understand us, hey, Siri?
And you can piss off n’all, Pinterest.
Andrew and I had a few gins on birthday eve and created this beaut with Swiss roll and some Jammy Dodgers.