Jazz hands
I have a confession to make. That is not a a photo of my dinner. Because mum and I were making a pilgrimage to musical theatre land, Alan and Hope took a chance on the new Mexican takeaway at the end of the street (there is A LOT at the end of our street). Apparently it was pretty awful which is disappointing. Mum and I had Japanese in the city pre show. I was way too excited to take a photo. This probably breaks the 365 rules but cest la vie!
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