Cake OFF

“What did you say?’ asked my sister Deb with a genuine look of horror on her face.

We are sitting in her luxurious kitchen, which is full of the sounds of expensive white goods getting on with their work. The discreet hum of the dishwasher. The reassuring low rumble of the washing machine. The gurgle of the coffee machine, and – somewhere in the distance – the sound of the central heating once more cranking itself reluctantly into action. Honestly, it’s all go here.