219/365: Uncle Pete always smelt of Marzipan...

Always.

 

In fact, so much so you wonder if he just spent all day eating it.

 

But then, surely all that sugar would wreak havoc with his teeth...

 

oh wait...

 

It's all becoming much clearer now.

 

Wherever you are now uncle Pete, may there be a bountiful supply of Marzipan.

 

Yup.

 

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