Cake culture

What is it with people in offices and cakes?  Nearly every day someone’s celebrating because it’s their birthday / their milkman’s dog’s birthday / they’re leaving / they’re shocked someone else is leaving / it’s Hallowe’en / it’s 11am on a Wednesday morning and each time I venture over to the water machine I have to try and resist the cakes and flapjacks and jam tarts and chocolate slices and caramel slices and doughnuts and tins of Celebrations and some strange unappetising looking rhubarb thing today and the only time I’ve managed to resist is when I was on Veganthon when no matter how hard I tried to avoid the packaging DAIRY screamed out at me and so I was able to not be a fat lardy cow for oh, all of a month, and I said to Paula why do people keep bringing in cakes? when it’s my birthday I’m going to bring in apples and maybe some grapes and she said she doesn’t like fruit so I said I’ll just bring some seeds in then and she said there’s more cakes tomorrow and I said ah, but they’re for sale with the money going to charity and I’m far too tight to buy my own cakes so tomorrow I will be able to resist.  Hurrah.