(Yet another) Birthday crocodile

The first birthday crocodile was ordered 22 years ago for Ben's oldest sister who was 3. 
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 Ever since then, everyone has had crocodiles for their birthday whenever possible, as well as for other celebrations.  (From the Cake Shop in Woodbridge, as I have blipped before ) We had five, I remember, when I got married - a serried rank cheerfully gnashing their teeth along the buffet.

This year was a busted flush - everyone was away from home on their birthday except for me - and I couldn't eat one all alone. Would it be a crocodile-free year?

Luckily Ben  was home for his birthday and  so he got one for breakfast. His 20th - so I now have  no teenage children.

NB For those  who notice,  yes,  we really do have pickled  herrings and cheese for breakfast. Its the Scandi heritage, you see