Yesterday, we went to London, for a family celebration, Mr Uhdd’s aunt was celebrating her 90th birthday.
There was a splendid cake.
The cake was a work of art, in many ways; the image on the easel, is a miniature copy of one of Aunt N’s watercolours, the little ducks swimming along the base are the ducklings that swim in the stream at the bottom of her garden, and on whose health and wellbeing she reports daily, by phone, to her young grandchildren in London and the pink shirt, it is an exact match to Aunt N’s favourite shirt.
(looking at this little marzipan figure, those of us of a certain age are thinking Camberwick Green, are we not?)
There were chocolates too,
lots of them
but more than cake and chocolates, more than sunshine and flowers, most of all;there was love and affection.