You think you'll never forget, but all too soon the memories fade and if you're not careful they can disappear altogether! I know we were living in Leeds at the time because I remember the layout of the house. It must have been 1st December 2002, then. The Boy would have been very nearly 3, and The Girl (as she was then), 7 months old, would have been having one of her brief naps! I know it was 1st December because that's The Doctor's birthday. He was busy working upstairs in the corner of the bedroom that served as his study at the time. I asked The Boy to help me to make a special cake - a birthday cake - a surprise for Daddy. He was delighted at the idea, and happily weighed, sifted and stirred with me. And then, before I could stop him, he shouted up the stairs:
Daddy, we're making you a birthday cake. It's a surprise!
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