Killer cupcake

This was Jas's choice of breakfast, Mr K & I both opted for a croque monsieur and Ben took 2 croissants, but Jas wanted to be different, in retrospect not a good idea.

It was our last morning in Blighty and we squeezed in the changing of the guard before grabbing a cab to Victoria and the Gatwick Express. It was at this point that things went ever so slightly pearshaped. As the cab pootled along at the speed of a snail Jas got greener and greener until eventually the cupcake of DOOM made its reappearance, all down the outside of the cab.

We cleaned Jas and the cab up and made our way to the train, that didn't escape Jas's new pebble dashing effect, nor did the station at the Gatwick end. But by then the cupcake effect had worn off, which is a good thing because EasyJet probably charge for sick bags...