I made a Simnel Cake. It's lovely. My grief is being expressed in baking. Baking homages to my mother. My father's death has taken me back thirty years to my mother's side as she baked cakes. Every weekend. Always trying new ones, regularly returning to tried and trusted recipes. Cake was always in the cake tin.

For 45 years I've resisted baking. Couldn't see the point. Cake has no nutritional value whatsoever. It's just calories and I try to keep the calories away, at bay. That said, my speciality has been desserts. But only when occasion demands. I have a sweet tooth of that there is no doubt and it's not hard to see where that came from.

So far my homage has consisted of vanilla fudge, cherry cake and this weekend's Simnel Cake. Bakewell tart coming soon. Then maybe Dundee cake. Or Barm Brack. And there's this Guiness cake she used to make, for which I've not yet found the recipe. I'm making up for lost time. And I'm giving my daughter a taste of my childhood. Mum died before Daughter was born. It's all a gold mine for Freud.

Happy Easter!

PS I've run 47 miles this week!!!