Johnny bean turned eight yesterday. Our celebrations were rather low key - his party is next weekend and he's also got the mother of all colds and isn't feeling tip top. But he did brighten up somewhat when he saw the cake his granny had got him.
The surprise was, there's no cake in it! Its made entirely from sweets. And I've discovered just how hopeless willpower can be. Even when I don't officially like sweets. Pass another cola bottle please.