It's happened again..

..they've been getting at me.
Sitting here this morning having a quiet little saunter through the archives looking for Henry Norris and I suddenly realise I should be cooking dinner...nothing unusual in that, but I had a sudden desire to make a cake.
Now I make a pretty tasty Anglesey Cake. Family love it, all rich with black treacle, spices and sultanas, lovely dark brown.
Met the mother in law's friend one day, she wanted to know what it was, because it seems, MIL had been keeping an eye on the clock, and made hurried departure, saying she wanted a slice when it was still warm from the oven.
Did me a lot of good knowing that. MIL was a fantastic cook.
Now I've just realised the date, 21st March...would have been Mother In Law's birthday.
Didn't realise it was a birthday cake I was making.
Would have been my lovely Gran Sarah's birthday too, only she didn't have a chance to taste Anglesey Cake.