Never say never

Aunty Celine helping to stop the Little Minx from peeping at the surprise cake.



The delectable Barbie which had to be collected from Homemade Bakery all the way in Leigh-on-Sea, gingerly carried back to London on the train and for want of standing room in the refrigerator, left hidden and stored in the cold limestone bathroom overnight.

If anybody had told me a couple of years ago that I'd have anything to do with a Barbie birthday cake and an offspring clothed in lurid pink polyester trotting around Hyde Park, I'd have put them in their place. Hell, if anybody were to tell me that now, I'd still put them in their place. Which only goes to show that a mother's love knows no bounds.