5 years' time

Five years ago tomorrow, my sisters, husband and I celebrated my 30th birthday with a Morrocan meal and a large orange cat cake, kindly made for me by my big sister. A rather fine plan B put in place of the original (somewhat boozier!) plans that had been cancelled due to my recently discovered pregnancy with Little G....

This year is the first year that Little G has really been aware that grown-ups have birthdays too, and he's been most concerned about the question of my cake. He declared very solemnly earlier this week that it was up to me what sort of birthday cake I could have - "either a cat or a dog". Faced with such a choice, there was clearly only one option!

Both Little and Littler G helped with the mixing, but neither can take any blame for the shoddy icing work (it is literally falling off the sides, although you can't really tell in this picture!) Tomorrow we will have a little lunch party with a couple of friends from the village and their children (with balloons - apparently we must have balloons!), and in the evening Mr G is taking me out for dinner. What could be finer?!

I wonder what we'll be doing in 5 years' time...?