Mr Kiddle, you were quite right. A distinct case of having my cake and eating it (although not yet literally - see below). A most successful weekend included the best kind of shoppping trip - one where the desired item is found and purchased within half an hour and you can go home - and a breeze at Thornbury that built to a 4-5 and sent Born Slippy on a couple of epic airborne kite runs. A sail that should keep me grinning well into the new year if it turns out to be the last of 2011.
I now know what to put in my letter to Santa this year - some new sailing gloves please, I appear to be missing a few layers of skin. Oh, and some decent rope to go in my trapeze adjusters - I keep forgetting to change the dental floss that Andrew's crew put on her at the nationals and my language became positively blue after unexpectedly dropping to the knots for the third time.
As for the cake part, Sunday evening was spent baking in order to keep with that bizarre tradition of taking cake to work for your colleagues on your birthday. Can't help thinking that's the wrong way round, but at least I can guarantee quality cake! But Nigella has clearly not tried sailing before baking - whisk until the mixture is light and airy indeed. Ouch.
So I haven't yet done the cake eating part, but we did pick up a fantastic piece of stilton from favourite cheese shop in Bath, so we had cheese before bedtime instead
