Happy Birthday, Mr H!

He got up early in the morning to go to a school Aussie football match (he loves it NOT), then he washed the floors, went to supermarket to get supplies to eat and drink and his own birthday cake. The cake looks fantastic, all chocolate, strawberries and profiteroles. I am a terrible wife. I did get him a couple of presents which I think he likes. Not as much as he likes the presents he bought himself for himself.