sewage and sugar rush

How much greyer could it get? You walk shivering through a city of bare concrete walls and wet asphalt, it's November with a lame excuse for a daylight, and you are forced to squeeze past a sewage truck pumping something smelly out of a building, hoping the hose won't burst just as you are delicately stepping over it in your best boots.

So you really, really deserve that delicious, colourful, supersweet and ultra-creamy cupcake that is fragrantly crooning at you from the pastry shelf of a cosy café.

These are the three things that I think about: writing, a prince, and cupcakes.