“I've been making cakes,” announced Jed, “baking's really therapeutic isn't it?”
Anita looked at what he'd done. Covering the kitchen table were beautifully decorated cupcakes, slices of malt loaf, treacle scones and an elaborately iced, three-tier fruit cake. Her mouth watered.
Where to start? Should she try scones, fresh from the oven and thickly buttered? Or should she slice into fruit cake and cram her mouth with dried fruit, marzipan and sugar paste?
“I'll get a plate,” she murmured, the doctor's prescription still in her handbag. Blood test results back that morning: type 2 diabetes and coeliac disease...