The neighbour's kid's bike in their driveway

A day with only one photograph taken. 
A day of mostly burping, not eating and focusing on trying not to puke. 
Nothing passed my lips till 7pm. And then I gave in to the temptation of a small plate of couscous royal. So delicious that even when nauseated, I had to have a bit. 
And I think it has somehow miraculously settle my stomach. 

BURP. 

Shite (nium, that was the lamb)

BURP. 

Niiiice (the chicken thigh in ras el anouth stealing the limelight).

BURP.
Ha, here you are paprika sausage.