The healing power of cake

Sometimes, when even the pips’ pips are squeaking, the decision is made to invest a few pounds in a cup of tea and a piece of cake with a good friend.

Handing over £10 for a replacement student ID card earlier in the afternoon was like stabbing myself through the heart, so when I came back from the (rather fabulous) loo to find my share of the bill had been paid, I was both lost for words and incredibly grateful. I protested briefly but we both knew what this meant and how much it was needed.

(I didn’t sneak off to avoid paying)





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