I thought it was about time that I made another spongy sponge...
and what better excuse than a birthday.
Twenty four years ago I was in Watford General hospital, having given birth to son no. three.
The last time Joe was home (in this country) for his birthday was when he was twenty... except he wasn't really home today either. He got up after I'd gone out (after I'd made his cake) and then he went out... and it's unlikely that he'll be home this evening so we've had a slice of cake without him. It was a very good spongy sponge!
And if he's not here he can't complain that I'm posting embarassing photos of him again.
Happy Birthday Joe!