Yesterday I shouted morning tea for the office because it was my birthday. I brought in caramel slices, strawberry slices, chocolate cake and afghan cookies - all home made by the baker at Midnight Expresso.
Unfortunately I'd bought enough cake for three times as many office staff as we actually had in the office. So throughout the day we (mostly me) picked at the leftovers.
By the end of the day I was totally caked-out and was willing to restart that sugar-free diet that I abandoned last year (after one week).
Then I got home and my wonderful family shouted Happy Birthday!
And presented me with an enormous cake...