Birthdays are nature’s way of telling us to eat more cake

Since we were talking about birthdays, I was inspired at the weekend to scan photos of my past birthday cakes. When I was little, part of the lead up to my birthday excitement was going to Nin’s and choosing my cake. She had stacks of books with all sorts of designs in them, and I would sit there for hours looking through trying to decide on the perfect one. Of course, we have photos of these cakes (although some are missing, where are they??) and I said I would scan them. One of the ones that is missing is my Sylvanian Family house. Nin did a perfect replica of the house I had (it looked like this.) I remember that I wouldn’t let anyone cut into it and ruin it, and I moved in my families and played with it, and then it went off and all stale and had to be thrown away. I was not happy. Neither were the homeless bunnies. I swear I haven’t made this up, have I?

Anyway, here are the cakes we do have photos of. I think these were mine, but if not, let’s pretend:

I think this is my first birthday cake. You can tell because the hands are at 1 o’ clock. I can’t imagine I was that fussed, but since I was a porker, I probably did like cake a lot.

Mr Men! Which Mr Man is this? I was all about Mr Men that year. I had this guy as a hot water bottle too, all smelly plastic stuff and wiggly arms. This may be second or third birthday. Mum would know.

Smurfs! I am showing my age here right?

This one is the first of mine that’s on our infamous home videos. Not the one where I throw a strop and go play with dirt in the alley. True story. I was always throwing a strop. Before the cake was cut we were allowed to take a dolly mixture sandwich off it.

My Little Pony, all skinny and bony. I’m going with my seventh birthday for this one, going on the bows on the pony’s bum, but if she actually had seven bows, then I don’t know.

Does this Care Bear look shifty to you? His head kept falling off. It was held on by cocktail sticks but every now and then you’d just hear a ‘thunk’ and his head would be rolling across the table. Again Nin has kindly added nine hearts, so I am assuming I was nine.

Apparently I was all about Edd the Duck yo. I do not know why. The Broom Cupboard was a big deal. If you’re not British and not my age you probably have no idea what I’m talking about, and I feel bad for you.

Oh yes, ha ha. My whole family thought this was hilarious. About this time I was known for my chair sitting and being in charge of the remotes. I swear I wasn’t as bad as they made out, but maybe I was since Nin went so far as to make me a cake commemorating it.

I did not have a special cake this year, but Nin did make lemon cake I have yet to taste. And this afternoon we are having cake at work. I am going with proper Marks & Spencer bday cake with dolly mixtures on top, none any of this fru fru Patisserie Valerie stuff for me.