'n Kiekie 'n Dag

By Sanri

Amaretti

I can't have unfortunately. I got sick from the marzipan on my sister's wedding cake a lifetime ago. Now the mere smell of almond/apricot kernels/arsenic make me think I'm going to die.

C broke a spoke on his bike. No cycling for the duration then, but both cars must go in for a service this week so cycling was out for most of the week anyway.

Unseasonally warm. I'm not complaining.

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