Another Lap Around the Sun

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November 15th is Anni-Frid's Birthday.

Hope you've bought some kind of cake or pastry to celebrate this particular celebrity anniversary.

Your area may not be replete with Swedish cakes, but a danish isn't really an appropriate substitute for this occassion.

So, Happy Birthday to Anni-Frid Lyngstad.

Hooray!

Mr Trivia

p.s. Anni-Frid was in a Swedish musical group called ABBA. You may have heard of them.

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