This week we celebrated Fraser’s birthday. Unfortunately he had to work on his actual birthday, which was on a Tuesday, so we just had a mini celebration in the evening, and saved the rest for the weekend.
But I decided to surprise him with a birthday cake when he came home. It may not look like a masterpiece, I was just glad when I managed to get the sprinkles in the shape of a ’23’.
The all important wish-making-candle-extinguishing procedure.
And then cake consumption.
A lovely afternoon with some coffee and cupcakes, in a gloriously sunny Edinburgh.
Presents, cinema and dinner at Fraser’s favourite restaurant in the evening.
Being 23 really isn’t so bad.