Yesterday we had a fair going on in the street where my office is. Just in front of the office
there was a stall that sold these 'apples on a stick'. I only eat one every couple of years and they remind me of my childhood. I was tempted by the smell of the melted sugar.
I was very sad when I wanted to go home to see that my bike was stolen.
Mad, because it was locked and in front of the office with a lot of people passing by, and still somebody
had the guts to steal it.