Chocolate balls.

I used to worry that I couldn't tell if there were any alcohol in chocolates. Once I ate chocolate easter eggs containing whiskey and didn't realise it until my friend said my face was really red.

The Dutchman was gifted a small box of chocolates from the office. Accidentally bit into one that tasted really weird, so I spat it out in the sink.

"I think I'm starting to recognise the taste of alcohol. Just so you know, don't eat the chocolate balls, okay?"

His reponse? "Yeah, you should avoid the balls in general."

My inner Shafi'i.

Even though we should really be chilling out on the weekends, the Dutchman and I are always finding excuses to have some tea and cake at our favourite neighbourhood cafe -- just two roads away.

Just as we were leaving, a couple walks in with their pet dog.

Me: Huh, you can bring dogs into the cafe??

Dutchman: Relax, it's just your inner Shafi'i speaking.