The photographic evidence

that Nana's 60th birthday cake looked good.

And that Mimi is making a bee line for it.

As I was not sure if the cake would survive the 6 hour drive to the wesht, I thought that I'd photograph it, giving me an option to show a full res picture of that beauty to the rest of the assenbly while serving them copious portions of mashed sponge cake and liquefied cream.

But my fears were unfounded. The cake made it to Belmullet unscathed.

I wish I could say the same of myself.

I can barely type I am so tired.

Have a nice one blippers!