Because MIL asked if she could provide the birthday cake and I, in a moment of madness, said yes.
OMfuckingG! She's driving me insane. She's gone all Cakezilla and I need to slay the beast. A fortnight it's been going on. 22 emails in the last 48 hours alone. About cake. Lost count of how many text messages. About cake. She's Skyped 3 times today already, the last time being from inside the bakery so I could be party to the discussion with the baker. JUST BUY A FUCKING CAKE IN SAINSBURY'S AND BE DONE WITH IT!
< and breathe ... >