An Unbirthday Present!

There go the street's waistlines.

The lovely Roger brought me this enormous bundt tin from Vienna today.

It's very heavy, and makes a lovely church-bell-like sound when rapped with a knuckle - I'll be able stand at the front door and call the neighbours for coffee and cake simply by striking the tin with a wooden spoon.

No more dainty little cupcakes for us; mega-bundts are the way to go...