Cake

"I've bought you a cake" sayeth the Ma.

"Oh. Er, what kind of cake?"

"A chocolate one. Look!"

I looked. It is indeed a cake. A chocolate one. A chocolate one with icing. A balloon and the words "happy birthday".

"Er, it's not my birthday????"

"I know. But they where £1.50 on mad Jack's stall on the market".

I've not enquired why Jack is mad. Or if this is related to him having a job lot of cheap birthday cakes. Sometimes it's best not to know. Plus I can pretend I'm the Queen with two birthdays per year. Even if I didn't get cake on my real birthday.