today

I baked.
It smelt good.
I ate too much of it.
It tasted good.
I gave most of the baking away.
That felt good.

You can smell a different culture in my kitchen.

Tomorrow we walk, even if it is raining.

Good Friday is a normal working day here.
That feels wrong.
And not a hot cross bun in sight.
That feels wrong too.

And (sad face) no marshmallow Easter eggs...
so (happy face) I bought some gelatine...


(for vegetarian daughters, there is still chocolate...).