Why, Self, Why?

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Why, self, why?

Why do you go all sappy in romantic books even though you dislike the people at school who date?

Why do you actually have to keep reading all the cute scenes in your favourite books?

Why is life not a book?

Why do things in books always work out?

Why do you actually seem to be in love with a number if characters from works of fiction?

Why are you actually starting to like the idea of…love?

Why is what your heart is saying not what your mind is saying?

Why, why, why, self, why?

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Thoughts Following Kedgeree

This is the kedgeree I had for dinner. I like kedgeree – it tastes like you imagine it, and it smells like it tastes, and it also smells like you imagine it. It doesn’t disappoint.

Also, today I posed the question: can you take an artistic picture of kedgeree?

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The answer is no.

If you’ve never tried kedgeree, then it’s an anglo-Indian dish made with smoked fish, boiled egg, rice, curry powder and parsley. Unless you can’t eat it, then I recommend it!