Today L came back to visit. And more importantly, he brought cakes. Yesterday me and J ate all the Jammy Dodgers and were pondering how exactly we were going to cope today without any. The cakes solved this problem. I miss L; I gave him a hug when he came back but again, that might just be relating to the cakes. I then spent at least half an hour of my lunch guarding J's cake.
In an un-related cake moment though, L's last words to me were, 'Keep Smiling'. And as I walked down the road towards an un-named newsagents in search of Lucozade*, I smiled. Because he understands and because sometimes all you can do is smile, because if you don't, you cry. So I smiled. Because I knew he was right.



*M is making me drink Lucozade to get energy whilst I am ill. This is one of his better ideas, others include telling me I need lemons and honey at 11 o'clock at night when I have none in the house and putting salt in my tea.

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