I now have a sitting-room with not one, but four vases of tulips, a stack of very pretty cards (with the exception of a cheeky one from one of my brothers), and, until an hour ago an iced cake.
I was touched as well as surprised by the cake, but - yes, you knew there'd be a but didn't you - I don't 'do' cake.
Everyone was too full to eat any of it on the night so as the minibus dropped us off in the close, I suggested I have an open day on Saturday and anyone who would like to drop in for tea or coffee and cake would be welcome.
Most people thought they'd try to find time, but in the event only three pieces got eaten, so this evening I wrapped up a few slices in greaseproof paper and took them round to those who hadn't dropped in for their kids.
Pure genius don't you think? Kids never quibble over iced cake.
The girls had also bought me a bottle of good wine and wait for it a book to help me learn how to use the Ipad (Ipad for dummies). Now I really have no excuse left, so watch this space.
