In Book I of James Stephens' book The Crock of Gold (a marvellous book dating to 1912), the Thin Woman says to her husband, the Philosopher: "Your stirabout is on the hob ... You can get it for yourself. I would not move the breadth of my nail if you were dying of hunger. I hope there's lumps in it."
Birthdays are nature’s way of telling us to eat more cake. -- Anon.