When I was a kid, I always looked forward to going to the local bakery with my mom and my nan. Sometimes I'd select a ginger bread man and really regret it. That's the thing that first taught me to go for substance over something that looks pretty. Other times I'd go for a fruit tart because I really loved that piece of kiwi on top. Most of the time, however, I'd get the coconut cake. It was my favourite.
I was worried when my local bakery turned into a Braggs, but they still sold coconut cakes, so it was okay. When Braggs got re-branded into a Greggs, the coconut cakes started to disappear. It seemed like you could only find them in working class neighbourhoods, and then after a few years, they were gone from all stores. Throughout the rest of my teens and twenties, every time I went into a Greggs, I always checked for that coconut cake. It was never there, but I still had hope.
During this period of coconut cake searching, when I was at college, I experienced my first heart break. My first boyfriend had been a jerk and we broke up. I hate to admit this now, but I was really angry and kinda sad.
Me and this now ex boyfriend had a mutual friend at the time. On my ex's request, this friend and I took a walk down to the river and in his own way, this friend tried to convince me that my ex wasn't that bad and I should consider getting back with him. My friend tried to convince me by telling me a little analogy...