Seth

Until this afternoon the only photo I had taken was of a tin of lamingtons.
Whenever there's a birthday at work somebody is rostered on to provide the tucker.
Years ago, this meant one cake, but it's somehow grown until now it's a small feast.
If this development had not taken place, albeit slowly and over many years, I maintain that I might have a waist.

Today somebody provided a 50s feast.
Sao biscuits with tomatoes and pickled onions, assorted things on toothpicks, butterfly cakes and home made lamingtons which came in a 50s anodised cake tin.

Luckily the birthday girl's daughter dropped in and had her new baby with her.
So you're spared the lamingtons.