The lowest point of 14th February 2011 was a puncture! I had a boot load of cakes and was assisted by a garage who applied a gentle touch to corrective measures.
This year, with 5 times the number of orders, I was ready for anything. 13th February was a late night, icing by moonlight – and 14th February was a very early start.
Oh what a lovely day! I visited every corner of Nottinghamshire with a little diversion into Derbyshire. The cakes were highly bespoke and careful labelling of boxes ensured that the right messages were delivered to the appropriate lover. I was greeted by lots of surprised smiles and happy vibes.
Everything went to plan and I ended up somewhere near Rufford, ready to talk to BBC Radio Nottingham about the ‘14 days of love’ campaign I had been taking part in. I parked up 10 minutes before the broadcast and smiled out over the fields.
But then, panic! No mobile phone signal!
A five minute dash later I pulled into a little layby on a country road, much to the surprise of a lorry driver who was sitting there quietly having his lunch. I don’t think he was really expecting a Cakemobile to appear from nowhere. I had a little chat with Francis Finn, who seemed quite surprised that people were sending cupcakes as love tokens!
I was expecting to be pretty pooped by 14th February evening, so I met with my hubby for a lovely relaxed lunch. I had smoked trout and tapenade – really delicious. I couldn’t manage pudding, which you might expect given my proximity to vast numbers of cakes in recent hours.
And the hubby? Naturally, he had a cupcake… with a heart on. Aah!








