Why does my granddaughter think old ladies like that? I want chocolate cake. To hell with sugar and calories.
‘I’ll cut some for tea, Nan.’
Maybe I should tell her I can still cut cake.
‘That’s kind, dear.’
I always could fib well.
I watch Jen cut the cake.
Jen grinned. ‘Nan, I know you think Victoria sponge is as tasteful as wallpaper paste. I’ve hidden a white chocolate cake inside this. I simply used icing to “glue” part of a sponge to the chocolate middle. This will be more to your taste.’