Cakes And Ale

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Cakes & Ale I woke up in a bakery they do start early, the aroma of bread is wonderful, they were also making cakes, whipping creams. Napoleon cakes and Danish pastry, black forest gateau and other pastries I have as a child looking through the windows of a bakery shops admired. Too much, I walked outside and lit a fag, inhaled deeply and the tobacco soothed my mind, giving me a feeling of fullness. It was only then I remembered I have diabetes, a heart problem and have not smoked for 15 years. Has it been worth it this forgoing of the good thing in life; I’m not sure, it may extend my life for a few more years of pain and misery, will I die regretting the cakes I didn’t eat and the fags I didn’t smoke?

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