I think I’m being watched.
Not by aliens.
I think I’m being watched by my neighbour.
(If it was aliens the solution would be much simpler – I would just make myself a tinfoil hat.)

A few weeks ago I woke up and sat up in bed. I turned to look out the window and saw a person staring in my direction.
I came across a top Toronto French bakery and chocolatier that made bright and colourful French macarons and chocolate truffles with exciting and intricate designs. The brilliant designs were simply shells though for lush creams, ganaches, and liqueurs.