And aren’t we all on this ever so sticky Sunday? And it’s not a good sticky, like sticky toffee pudding sticky, it's that ‘we’ve had a week of heat and might just melt tomorrow’ sticky. As cake makers, we must brave this sweltering heat with our aprons on and our fans held high. Now I’ve been doing this cake making thing for a little while and I’ve learnt a few things that might happen when there’s cake and heat in the same room... Buttercream gets softer and creamier. Only

My skin’s all sandy, my hair’s a mess and I’ve traded bikini blues for a crochet bikini I fell in love with last week. The sea is so still, it murmurs ever so slightly and I can hear the splashes of a boat sailing by. My man’s sprawled out beside me, lost in a totally lazy moment and all I can think is … I’m so happy I’m here… I jotted that down whilst sitting on Studland Beach yesterday. My Gran once told me, “Take a pad and pen with you on your travels and everyday write a

It’s meaning is subtle yet serious. It’s the ultimate “trust me” gesture. And even though I’m not ten years old anymore, my pinky promises will always be ones to count on. And I think it’s sweet anyway. The world we live in today is more social media, less actual social cute things, like a little pinky promise here and there. Ever feel like our phones and our laptops, instagram and our lack of pinky promising is kinda sad? Like I just want to be so happy and it’s a whole lot