|'Don't undermine the cake Natalie'|
I'm home again and my mother shouted up the stairs...
'Nats, I've made your favourite cake...'
'What...the Victoria sponge one?'
'The walnut one?'
'Well which bloody one then!!?'
|Open up and thee shall find...|
|Ok, she had reason to think so|
|Not much left now...|