Whale is rather partial to marzipan and so occasionally I pop a bar of it into the shopping trolley for him.
Last time, however, he complained that it was too sweet and asked me to take it away.
A couple of days later he said, “Have you still got that marzipan? If so, I’d like to try a thin slice.”
So I gave him back the bar, together with a sharp knife so that he could help himself when he wanted.
With the arrival of the hot weather, CC put the remains in the fridge.
Today I came across Bear, in his armchair, munching something.
“What are you eating?”
“I don’t know. It was in the fridge. I thought it was cheese but it’s rather on the sweet side.”