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My honey is dead

A rumble in my stomach told me i needed something to snack apon, so went off to forage for tasty things to nibble.

Alas the cookie jar was empty so i wandered over to the cupboard in search of spreadable treats for my bread.

As i opened the cupboard my honey fell, i dove melodramaticaly backwards as it plumeted towards the hard surface beneath. Probably somehow symbolic of something deep and meaningfull.

It hit the worksurface shattering instantly, shards of glass scattering over the desk, honey dripping off the large shards of glass like blood.

I will miss that honey, it was a christmas gift to me and had a lovley fruity flavour