For one reason or another, I have been having a minor midlife crisis this week.
Maybe it was meeting a girl I knew at school and being shocked to see that she was now a middle-aged lady.
Maybe it was visiting a playgroup run by my mother's old schoolfriend, where the Little Lattes appeared like giants next to the other children, and I had more in common with the older ladies who were running the tea urn than with the fresh-faced young mothers.
Maybe it was going to the Eldest Latte's school disco and finding out that 9 year olds knew all the words to rock songs I had never even heard.
Either way, I needed a way to feel better about myself.
So I made a new cake.
After all, there was a time when I couldn't bake. Imagine that! All those joyless years are over now. I have mastered lemon drizzle; I have mastered chocolate. Coffee and walnut is a doddle to me.
Today I made honey cake. Because I am young and experimental. Because I am spontaneous and not too elderly to learn exciting new skills.
See the years fall away from me with every bite.