We were doing so well, you and I.
So honest, so well-maintained. I was even confessing to the half biscuit that I couldn't help but eat after Friday licked the yoghurt coating off and discarded it.
No more than 3 caffeine units, enough fruit to flatulate a small village, lots and lots of water.
And then ... Ouma's pumpkin fritters.
It was the only thing I really had in the house for their dinner you see. And the only way the girls will eat butternut. I was only going to have one ...
But then I had 6. With brown sugar.
And I dutifully wrote them up, although it hurt. And I know that I'm not Catholic and it's not like if I confessed to them then they never happened or anything.
And I acknowledge that they marred that perfect page.
I'm sorry for that.
But they were gooooooooood.
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