…. Bertie scoffed my cake last night. It was a delicious cake, or at least the bits I’d eaten were. A spiced Dorset apple cake (or a Dorset spiced apple cake maybe?) made by my lovely, slightly loopy, terribly gorgeous (please note any single, handsome gentlemen that may be reading), friend Pippa. Bertie is confined to the dog naughty corner for the next week and I’ve ordered some padlocks for the kitchen cupboards!
