The 2nd of July was my birthday. Sadly, someone oversaw some of the facebook messages wishing me a happy birthday – and so spent the day with the shadow of danger lurking over me. I've seen other people have birthdays in the past week, and it's not a pretty sight. One is called up, and something sounding vaguely like 'Happy Birthday' is shouted, squealed and destroyed in the roar of three hundred voices as you stand at the front desperately looking for an escape route. On the plus side, you get a cake. I knew the game was up after lunch, when the Camp Co-Owner, Mark, wished me happy birthday. I clung onto hope however. Today was the kitchen staff's day off. If they couldn't make a cake, well, I guess there'd be no need for
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