‘But, Gran, there is no way you can blow all those out in one go. There are millions on there!’
Gran laughed. ‘There are millions of sprinkles, Lizzie dear. Shall we count the candles?’
‘I can’t do that many, Gran. I can only count to ten.’
Gran smiled and opened the nearest drawer.
‘Gran, why are you putting a plastic dinosaur on your cake?’
‘Well, Lizzie dear, I am only 67 but for some reason I’m feeling a lot older than that right now!’