Jar on my desk

This is all that's left of a jar of aniseed balls. They're special because my beautiful 11 year old daughter Sophia bought them for me in a sweetie shop, because she remembered me saying how much I loved them.

I've had 2 thirds and am struggling to finish them because I don't want my little pressie to go.

Dilemma, huh? To eat or not to eat, that is the question.

G'night, Fi x