The other week it was Alex's birthday, so we decided to have a dinner party. Oli cooked a fine roast and Alex made loads of cup cakes which she forgot to the to the icing for, so I got left doing it at the last moment dressed in a pair of hot pants and heels before our guests arrived. Luckily I finished them in time and the icing if I say so myself was pretty bloody good. Note to one's self: Must cook in hot pants more. The wine flowed; Alex got a great cake from
patisserie valerie; the cats loved all the attention (again!) and the cup cakes got put to good use? I can't decide who is worse: Me or Alex? Answers on a postcard please.
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