An old friend of mine was in town for a few days, so he arranged to drop in for a visit. I haven’t seen him in about 13 years! We used to gut fish while our dads fished off jetties. Play with his crazy dog. And he taught me how to do fireballs in Street Fighter.

It was so cool to catch up and share stories to fill in the gaps of the years gone by.

He brought stories of studying in Beijing, holidaying in Singapore, working in Milan. But most importantly, he brought cake. Lots of em! Immaculate little patisserie things, which turned Callum into an angel.

I was in such a hurry to cut them up – in case Callum impaled his bug eyes on the chocolate spikes – that I forgot take pictures of them. (So I stole some pictures off the web instead.)