I would have to know the person who made the cake before I would be willing to eat it. I was once sent on an errand to a lady, a stalwart of her church who was in changes of the cake stall at the church bazaar and when I went in I had such a shock. There was a lovely smell of baking but when I followed her into her living room there were cakes everywhere, on every surface and also on the floor and everywhere there were cats, cats and more cats. I have never bought a cake since unless I was absolutely sure where it came from.
I love the Easter Egg idea with a thank you card. If he can't eat the cake himself I am sure he would know someone to pass it on to.
No fun being old under Andy Burnham .
Struggling with estrangement from 2 adult children and dont know where to go from here.
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