I am unhappy for the following of reasons:
1) The top is rubbish, I messed up the icing and then had to re-cover the beautiful glass like surface with another layer of chocolate.
2) I am sick to death of making chocolate cakes.
3) The said Daria is two years old and her mother insisted on a dark chocolate cake?? Whatever.
4) This took me two cocking days and there’s 1/2 kilo of chocolate in that cake and how much do you think she’s paying for it? TWENTY EUROS.
I might as well be paying her to take it away. Actually, come to think of it, I probably am.
5) Stef is not speaking to me because he’s had to look after B Girl non-stop for two days.
6) B Girl is not speaking to me because she’s had to spend two days non-stop with Stef.
7) I am sick to death of making chocolate cakes.
8) I am sick to death of making chocolate cakes.
I’m now going to smoke a fag and then clean my house. Oh Joy.