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Neighbourhood Cake, Corner of 57 Stagpole and Sidney St West End, Townsville (2026)

27/09/2026

ANOTHER WEEK DOWN. 👋

And honestly…

I think we either got better at this, or it was quieter, despite the evidence to the contrary. 😂

You lot have absolutely fu***ng shown up.

The chats. The laughs. The cakes. The toasties.
Our regulars who make NC what it is.
The new faces who wandered in and decided to come back.

Thank you for sharing your weekends with us. ❤️

Now… another week incoming and I have THOUGHTS. Of course I do.

Small business right now…

WHAT THE ACTUAL F**K ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?

Credit card surcharge changes.

Do we absorb it?
Do we change prices?
Do we wear yet another cost because we don’t want anyone feeling ripped off?

Because here’s the uncomfortable bit…

Making a profit is not ripping people off.

It’s how you keep the bloody doors open.

Why is it completely acceptable for massive businesses to make money, but when a little business tries to remain profitable we’re somehow supposed to feel guilty about it?

I don’t get it.

There is already enough uncertainty for small business without constantly wondering how the f**k we’re supposed to make all of this work.

Anyway…

🎂 NEW CAKE LIST COMING.

A few changes. A little streamlining.
Same ridiculous amount of cake. 😂

And Thursday?

CLOSED. BLINDS DOWN. Busy bees behind them.

Every inch of NC is becoming a cake factory.

Because apparently we do CAKE 🤷🏼‍♀️

Another week done and dusted.

Still figuring it out.
Still baking the cake.
Still bloody grateful you’re here.

Big ❤️ x

21/09/2026

🎂 CAKE CAKE CAKE.

It’s time.

No more dilly dallying.
No more “I’ll message you later.”
No more pretending Thursday isn’t coming. 😂

ORDERS ARE CLOSING.

Tick. Tock.
Get your cake sorted. 🎂

20/09/2026

IT’S SUNDAY. HERE WE F**KING GO.
THE WEEKLY MEETING NOTES. 😂

Firstly… I am sorry. ❤️ Today was a lot! Unexpectedly hecticAF.

To our regulars who barely got their usual check-in, chat or hug this weekend — especially my fave little humans who always get a cuddle.

And to ALL our regulars who keep showing up and have made NC what it is…

THANK YOU.

And a huge hello to all the new people who found us this weekend.

WELCOME. 😂

You caught us on a weekend where we were hecticAF. We like to at least look like we know what we are doing, today I am undecided if we did whatsoever 🤞

We ran out of SO. MANY. THINGS. The wait at times was RIDICULOUS! I think I recall waving to people I don’t even remember seeing come in the door 🤦‍♀️

Restocking. Drinks. Clearing. Cakes. Repeat.

Our regulars basically jumped in and helped us look like we had our s**t together.

We clearly did not. 😂

WTF WHERE DID YOU ALL COME FROM? You just kept coming!

And then…

THE CAKES.

So. Many. Cakes.

We literally played cake box Jenga all weekend!

Gratitude is such a w***y word because honestly, it doesn’t even come close.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for every good, tricky, amazing and absolutely fu***ng exhausting moment.

You have no idea what this little business means to me.

And Miss L. ❤️
Oh my Lady Love.

You fu***ng smashed it.

Especially during the bit where we both looked completely clueless and wanted to cry. 😉

What a weekend.

What the f**k have we created? I have no words (to anyone who knows me that’s unheard of 😉) Please know I am currently dissecting every single moment we weren’t at our best just so we don’t relive the day that was any time soon because that’s just who I am! See you next week! Big ❤️ K x

16/09/2026

BLINDS DOWN TODAY.

Which means…

YEAH NAH. 😂

Unplanned planned works happening in the background — you take the tradie when you can get the bloody tradie.

But don’t stress — extra cake hours are coming in Week 1 of the school holidays. 🍰

Today = nope.
Tomorrow = 8am.

The cakes will see you then ❤️

14/09/2026

ORDER THE CAKE. That is all. 🎂

13/09/2026

SUNDAY.

Right.

We need to talk.

Because apparently you can’t run a small business anymore without needing a degree in compliance, a crystal ball and a fu***ng miracle.

And I’m genuinely wondering how many of us are just quietly thinking:

WHAT THE ACTUAL F**K IS GOING ON?

Rules.
Costs.
More rules.
More costs.

And nobody seems to know what half of it is actually achieving.

I can see what’s coming.

And I don’t think we’re going to like it.

There. I said it.

Anyway… 😂

Back to the land of cake.

This week was BIG.

Cakes everywhere.
A lost cake. A found cake. The day after the cake was lost found 🤦‍♀️
Lost messages. Still looking for the owners of those 🤷🏼‍♀️
Beautiful humans.
Sad goodbyes.
A bloody sell-out today.

And Saturday?

I nearly didn’t go.

I was terrified to close up because WHAT IF.

What if someone was disappointed? LOUD opinions.
What if I lost money?
What if, what if, fu***ng WHAT IF?

But I went.

My human played his grand final.

We screamed from the sidelines.

THEY F**KING WON. 🏆

And some absolute legends helped us get out the door when we were too bloody busy to even close properly. Unfortunately the mess remained till we returned.

So this week has reminded me of something.

Business is hard.

People are complicated.

The future is uncertain.

But my little corner of the world is pretty fu***ng special.

Next week could be our biggest yet. Now is the time to order your fu***ng cake or not, your choice. Don’t get angry at me when I say no -you have been told.

And somehow, underneath all the bulls**t…

I’m really bloody grateful.

For this little business.
For the people in it.
For the people around it.

And for being reminded that sometimes you just have to shut the fu***ng door, go live your life and trust that the cake will still be there tomorrow. Good night cake lovers! Sleep well See you Thursday! ❤️

10/09/2026

⚽️ GRAND FINAL SATURDAY.

We’re opening 7:30am–10am ONLY this Saturday.

At 10am, I’m closing the doors and heading to the soccer sidelines with his sister — the two of us being his loudest bloody cheerleaders. 🏆⚽️❤️

Because sometimes you just have to put the business brain down and go be Mum (and embarrassing)

So get in early for your ☕ coffee, 🍳 brekky, 🥪 toasties, 🥐 bakery goodies & 🍰 ALL THE CAKE.

7:30–10am. Then the cake lady & fam have LEFT THE BUILDING. 😂

Because the most important booking this Saturday is a GRAND FINAL. 🏆

And I’ll be on that sideline screaming like a bloody lunatic because this team has a WIN on the cards. 😂🏆⚽️

LET’S F**KING GO BOYS.

Fletch… you know I’m screaming for you. 😉😂❤️

07/09/2026

ORDER THE F**KING CAKE. 🎂

It’s Monday evening.

If you need cake this week,
NOW WOULD BE A F**KING EXCELLENT TIME TO TELL ME.

Not Thursday.
Not Friday morning.
Not “I know it’s last minute BUT…”

I KNOW.
YOU KNOW.
WE ALL KNOW.

Choose it from the pinned post before they change. Book it.
Pay for it.
Sleep peacefully knowing the cake is sorted.

Because I am ONE WOMAN and unfortunately my oven does not run on your poor planning despite my people pleasing tendencies 🤦‍♀️.

ORDER THE CAKE STAT. ❤️

06/09/2026

HEY HEY 👋 ITS SUNDAY! It’s been a week! Shoes are way more comfy with no paper, new glasses (fu***ng eyes vs brain not going well) FB score update for finals season interrupting a crazy Saturday (thanks for all jumping on board) year 11 exam season about to be in progress, A LOT.

Okay… I don’t know how to say this without sounding like I’m having a fu***ng whinge, so…

It is getting scary out there.

Another local business closing.
Another person who poured everything into a little idea.
I know what that feels like.

I’ve started again. Not by choice by necessity.

It breaks you in ways people don’t see or ever talk about.

Meanwhile over here we’re drowning in costs, compliance, paperwork and the latest elected grown up “great idea” that apparently will save us all. I’m waiting.

Except…. we’re the ones doing the work.

We don’t get to invoice the government for the hours spent doing their BS.

Hell knows we couldn’t run a business the way this country is being run. 😂

And honestly..

I’m over the motivational bumper-sticker bulls**t.

The “you’ve got this!”
The “just keep going!”
The “support small business!”
The perfectly packaged advice from people who aren’t the ones trying to keep the fu***ng lights on.

Sometimes s**t is just s**t. That’s my Sunday edited version.

And I reckon business owners need somewhere to say that.

Hospitality especially, but honestly — every fu***ng business.

If you’re new, established, thriving, struggling or quietly wondering what the hell you’re doing…

You can talk to me.

No fixing it.
No inspirational quote.

Just people actually talking to people.

Because maybe that’s what we need more of.

Anyway.

That’s my Sunday brain dump. Thanks for being here.

How are you actually fu***ng doing? Really? No BS bumper stickers allowed. ❤️ K x

30/08/2026

HEY HEY 👋 IT’S SUNDAY…

Which means it’s time for another WHAT THE ACTUAL F**K WAS THAT WEEK?! 😂

And honestly…

I have questions.

We started with new shoes filled with paper because apparently I enjoy paying money to have a sensory experience from hell.

The paper came out.

The shoes stayed.

My nervous system did not recover. That paper was there for over 7 hours before I noticed!

Then someone casually said they looked like The Wicked Movie shoes and now I can never unsee it.

So PLEASE, the next time you’re in NC…

DO NOT LOOK AT MY SHOES AND GIGGLE TO YOURSELF.

I WILL KNOW. 😂

Then there was cake.

SO. MUCH. CAKE.

Late nights.

Later nights.

“Just one more cake” apparently becoming a fu***ng lifestyle.

Allergies being forgotten despite approximately 47 messages asking about allergies.

Plans.

SO MANY PLANS.

New ideas multiplying faster than I can execute the old ones.

And then came TODAY.

The biggest fu***ng FUXKER of a day.

Coffees taking too long.

Patience running out.

Brains leaving the building.

Us looking at each other like “I don’t even like you right now.”

Hating the environment.

Hating the vibe.

Probably hating ourselves a little.

And now?

We are silently existing in opposite corners of the house like two Victorian children who have been told we must never speak again.

😂

And somehow…

Tomorrow will come.

We’ll probably talk again. Maybe.

We’ll probably laugh. Maybe.

I’ll probably bake something.

And we’ll carry on pretending we’re functioning adults.

Because that’s the thing about this little life…

It’s fu***ng ridiculous.

It’s exhausting.

It’s hilarious.

It’s occasionally held together with cake crumbs, questionable footwear and pure stubbornness.

But there are also the best people.

The best conversations.

The cakes I’m ridiculously proud of.

The ideas that keep coming.

The people who keep showing up.

And another week where I get to say…

WTF. I actually love this. ❤️

So goodbye week.

You’ve been a lot.

Now f**k off.

One more week down.

One week closer to death.

See you Thursday. 😂

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