this week was a week of your dad’s birthday. Tuesday, to be precise. You and I practiced singing “Happy Birthday Daddy” for the week leading up to it. You can kinda do it. We do it line-by-line with you repeating after me. Your dad was chuffed. Cake however had to wait until the working week was over. So this morning was cake-time.
So here it is: a chocolate-hazelnut-meringue vanilla-caramel-icecream roulade.