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An unexpectedly expensive cake
While for many Easter is a time for eating chocolate eggs, my Easter Egg habit lapsed as soon as people stopped buying them for me. I can't buy them myself; doing so seems so tragic, like buying yourself a bunch of flowers and having them delivered to the office. No, for me, an Easter Egg is a joyless thing, as emotionally hollow as it is in life. →
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Breakfast at Fortnum & Mason
Fortnum & Mason, a poncy food store for posh people and imbecile tourists who can't tell how expensive everything is, also serves breakfast. I've been trying to have breakfast there ever since I moved to London just because it felt like something one ought to do, as a Londoner. →