I had a weekend off this weekend and went to London for an old friend's wedding party. Misha had an old schoolfriend over from Moscow for the day (in London on business) and they all did fine without me. My friend was Suzanne Cave (an ex-colleague and horse-riding companion in Prague), who married Philip, and entertained us all till the early hours at their warehouse pad in Hoxton. A great do. For the rest of the time I caught up with another old friend, Chris, who attentive readers may remember from a flying visit to Newcastle. Anyway, she has a fantastic flat in Hampstead, the weather was wonderful and we had a great walk on the heath with her Lurcher, Spanner.
Once home and refreshed, it was back to work. This time to make daddy's birthday cake. Gregor creamed the butter and sugar.
Alastair helped to cut out the greaseproof paper to line the tin with.
Then we stirred in the eggs,
And the flour. Cooking really keeps their attention, and Alastair was able to do everything Gregor did.
But had disappeared at this point.....
...and reappeared here. Best bit.
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