Coffee and cake to go

Actually it only went just outside our back door.
The two biscuits are for Redilady, the cake is all mine. If this seems a little unfair I should point out that she had cake this morning while I was struggling to fit an extra shelf under the kitchen sink.
A fellow volunteer at the hospice shop, where she spends Saturday mornings, bakes exceedingly good cakes. She regularly brings some to treat her fellow workers and if there's a spare (usually) she sends it for me. We call her my Cake Mistress.
Any connection with yesterday's blip is purely coincidental