Post Script

At no stage have I mentioned the unstinting help and emotional support given me by daughter number two throughout the cup cake marathon. She adopted a Joyce Grenfell approach to keeping the two boys reasonably behaved while we slogged in the kitchen, stopping briefly to have words with the youngest boy, who has gained an honorary degree in behavioural problems, shouting at us both that we are not his mother, to which he received a blast of short-tempered adult reprisal which frightened him silly. She is a star and my saviour of sanity. Thank you darling girl.