I often go to cafe Nero in Boscombe or Christchurch or Ringwood to find a corner and study DBT and write DBT ish things.
I spot the Nero cake of course, everytime I order my flat white or green tea. I spot it and resist because I'm already a fat fucker.
However, when studying my thoughts wander. And then I doodle.
Cake has alot to answer for and not just ones waist line! When one doodles cake over ones notes one knows one has had one to many cake in ones life.