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Cherry cake. (Which I suck at photographing.) About the only productive thing I did this weekend, unless you're counting belly-dancing practice (other 'activities' consisted mainly of lounging in bed or on the sofa rereading Mary Renault's Alexander novels, and sleeping; also bringing M.-at-work cake for her lunch-break on Saturday), but, god, I needed that after two weeks of getting up at 6 and an hour of all kinds of physiotherapy before work.


::yawn::

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