Two very lovely people got married in my hometown last Sunday and the beautiful bride had long ago asked me to make her a wedding cake. I was over the moon and ever so slightly alarmed by the prospect. It could collapse, melt in the heat of the British summertime or even worse, become a refuge shelter for the small mammals of Yorkshire.

I didn’t dare venture into the stacked eggless cake territory – that would be far too ambitious for an amateur such as myself. So I took the safe route and opted for an elegant clear cake stand, loaded it with cupcakes and topped it with the softest eggless sponge, jam and buttercream known to man (and woman).

It’s late and I’m babbling. I better stop – pronto.

I know you’re only here for the cake anyway.