It's a tradition with us that we eat a special luxury hot cross bun each on Good Friday. And this year as usual we'd ordered fifty or so in specially from our favourite local baker. I say local, of course, being the English countryside the "local" baker's is miles away.
Anyway, the delivery arrived this morning and there's just me.
I know it's a tradition, but I've still only managed to get through twelve so far.
It's gonna be a long day.
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