These are the machines of war.
This is also the place where I am barred from. And believe me, I also don't want to be there.
During crunch time, my role is automatically redesignated as an office boy, secretary, photographer, driver & delivery boy.
Not that I'm complaining. I get to savour the leftovers.
I'm glad to report that after over forty cakes, she was finally done yesterday evening, right on time, right on the dot, & ready for a family Christmas dinner.
Greg & Nee presents a snippet of this year's Christmas delights!