One of my old childhood friends, Peta, recently turned 30. We have known each other since about 10 years of age when we lived a few houses apart. We played together after school and on weekends, made up songs on her Mum's piano, did astounding acrobatics on her trampoline (with no safety net!), excluded her younger brother and sister from our grown up games, rode our bikes everywhere and enjoyed a carefree childhood together.
Peta and her family also had a healthy (read = frequently multiplying) number of guinea pigs. Guinea pigs make the cutest little sound as they scurry about eating and multiplying.
Now, Peta had quite the infectious giggle and I often compared her giggle to a guinea pig sound - the evidence was right there in front of us! From that day she was unceremoniously referred to (by me only) as "guinea".
Guinea turned 30 a couple of weeks ago and had a big pool party. I was so sorry to be unable to attend the party but instead offered to make her a cake.
So here it is.
And I couldn't resist!
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