Oh yes, nom nom nom, all for me! Hahaha.
As I tucked into my lovely little cake (I only ate one, I promise), I reflected on the fact that I will never be a slim girl. A little like my playwork mentor, Fraser Brown, my cryptonite will always be cake. Then I think again about Frank, my missing gall bladder, and am grateful that he had to go away. He didn't like cake very much, and that's quite problematic for me because I love cake. I had to sacrifice Frank so that I could eat cake. True story. Kinda. Hahaha.
Anyway, hoorah for cake, and I guess we'd better say hoorah for Frank!