Wearing flipflops in Rome

The frustration is such that I need a sugar fix. Lucky I’m in Senegal. Popping down to the “boutique du sacré coeur” is a 2minute walk, and the choice of bikkies is huge. That’s as long as you want something sickly sweet and preferably ickily dusty, but hey. Triplo chocolate wafers all the way from Brazil will do nicely. The sugar content is so high I get giggly, and momentarily put aside the constant battle with the finance department. Doesn’t last long, but still…