Don't tell Mrs G....

Our Sunday started well, with a trip to Innoflate to bounce our morning away. Flicky is getting really confident in this place and she's climbing the ladders and the throwing herself down the chute like a champ! 
This afternoon, Mrs G wanted to do some jobs in the house. So Flicky and I went for a walk to the shops. After a mooch we bought very little and the rain was coming. So we took shelter in Asda. And after a walk around the supermarket we bought nothing, but the rain was on. So I had a coffee and a bit of carrot cake. All Mrs G knows is that we went to the shops. She does not know about the cake. 
It's not a secret. I just forgot to tell her. And then I wrote this while sitting in the same room as her. I'm curious to see how long it takes her to find out.
It was a below average carrot cake. Altho flicky said it was nice. But her carrot cake experience is pretty low. At least to my knowledge.