Today is Mr Chocolate Hut’s 30th birthday. Yep, 30. I’m being careful not to go too far with the ‘getting old’ or ‘grandad’ jokes as I’m only a few months behind him… Before I get back to my ‘Perfect Fiancé’ duties (making a slap up fry up for brunch, creatively displaying his presents for extra ‘eek’ value, reassuring him he doesn’t look his age etc etc etc) I wanted to share a couple of things I learnt yesterday whilst preparing for today’s celebrations.

The first thing is that balloons terrify me – I experience an acute and very real fear whilst blowing them up that they would explode in my face. Thank god there were only 6 in the packet as I don’t think I could have handled any more. None exploded and I (well, he) has ended up with 6 blue balloons that aren’t quite as big and balloon like as they perhaps should be.

The second thing I learned is maybe the more embarrassing… I am a rubbish baker. Yep. Apparently so. I can make delicious brownies with all their gooeyness and their extravagant fillings, I can make big old granola bars, I can make in-your-face American style bakes, I can boil sugar and make old school treats like crunchy peanut brittle, but for gods sake don’t ask me to make a birthday cake. I don’t do pretty. I do big, ugly and delicious. I can only hope it tastes ok….