


This weird thing is called a durian, it's a fruit, highly prized in South East Asia. Once in a while I can buy a fresh one like this one from the Chinese Supermarkets. The smell is offensive to most people except aficionados. It is so tasty, sweet and custard like. This was taken 2 weeks ago. I have a little time now before I need to go next door. Valerie, who owns the house next to mine invited me over for dinner. Wish she's serving durian but I don't think so. She'd probably faint at the smell. I'm not going to dress up, hope she's not going to be offended, just going to run a comb through my hair, change into a fresh shirt and walk over.
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