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Buses and cakes

"You know what it's like," said Jez, "birthday cakes are like buses: you wait for ages for one, then two turn up at the same time."

This afternoon's party for mum went well. We started off with the extended family for lunch, then threw wide the doors for friends through the years for tea. In all there were fifty or so came along... a pretty good turnout really. Even America was represented: Joanna sent a video of Nicholas' first steps, and regular calls kept the USA branch of the family involved.

The losers of the day will be our waists though. Even sending everyone home with ice-cream tubs full of assorted cake hasn't made a dent in the mountain. We'll start the serious assault on the south face of the chocolate cake tomorrow.