baking queen, young and sweet

I'm feeling incredibly accomplished today. I've been for a run, spoken to my Ma, cleaned my room, washed my sheets, had a play with Henry the Hoover in the living room, spent some quality time with Simon & Garfunkel and baked cinnamon buns for the one and only Celine Fourtina.
In light of all the goods I have produced in the kitchen recently I have dubbed myself The Baking Queen. I swear it's not out of vanity, neither is it an attempt to place my skills above those of my mother, but ask any one of my housemates and I'm sure they would concur and happily tell you that I'm worthy of the title. Perhaps I'll sit down and make myself a crown before the sun goes down. (I'll make one for you too Ma.)