So picture me.
I am sitting in front of my birthday cake as if I was nine. There are candles all lit and instead of nine there are forty-one. I blow them all out in one satisfying whoosh. Then they start to light up again, yes, those self relighting candles….
No, this didn’t really happen, no one is that cruel to me. But that is how I am feeling at the moment. The second I put out one little fire another springs to life that I thought was out. Eventually they will all go out — really I hope so. But will the cake be worth eating covered in wax?