Late September is the beginning of the birthday season - hubby, my mum, my brother and Mark all within a fortnight. It's not the time to be starting any healthy eating programme, for sure. But it's excellent for flexing ones baking muscles.
And a fine excuse for snazzy candle purchases. They seemed more festive (not to mention less of a fire hazard, in this instance) than having one for each year. Though I realize to my shame that I have managed to spell out "Birthday Happy". How did that seem a logical placement when I was poking them in?
Fortunately, the birthday boy was far too polite to mention it. Either that, or too busy munching. And there just might be a slice left for my morning coffee today. Birthdays are clearly a very good thing.