As usual, I slept in about half an hour more than the Snook did, which gave him time to slip up to King Street and get me stuff for a special birthday breakfast. And what awaited me when I finally stumbled yawning and blurry-eyed into the living room? A custard tart, sliced strawberries, a dusting of cocoa, and a single long-stemmed red rose. Awwww… And now he’s baking me a cake!