Titch is here. As usual, he is laden with intriguing Japanese snacks. He gave me one for my lunch.
could it be. . . .
. . . no, really . . .
indeed, it *is* a green kit kat.
It is supposed to be green tea flavoured but tastes more like a weird caramac.
Still, I fared slightly better than Mr B:
. . . his gift-snacks are strangely intestinal, both in name and appearance.




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