Ever since my furry ones moved in with me, I have learned to have company at the toilet. At first I closed the door, as normal people do, in order to do what one needs to. Only to be disturbed by little cat claws scraping the door. They really don't like closed doors.
And even today, whenever I have to do No 1 or 2, there is always a cat around my legs. So there am I, with wrapped toilet paper in one hand, and stroking a cat with the other.
It's amazing what one puts up with for love.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Entailed estate
Tonight I watched a program from my home country, being stunned over how old-fashioned it is. Entailed estate is like in Downton Abbey when only a son can inherit a house and a piece of land, and let the land being farmed by tenants, paying a rent to the owner.
In most countries around the world this old-fashioned law has been changed since decades, yet in my home country it still exists. Shame on them! But I guess a country who still favours a king who cannot spell, or hold a speech even after 40 years of PR training, it's of no use expecting them to be clever.
Never mind, that the tenants have done all the investments in the house, the land and have been there for generations, the politicians still vote for the "master", the owner of the land, to raise the rent with whatever he pleases. Like nearly 50%. Fat lot of good this extra money is gonna do him, being like 95.
Yet at the same time not choosing to let the farmers buy him out, but rather let houses and land fall to pieces.
Glad I left. And no, I'm not looking fw to any comments about it being the same in Switzerland!
In most countries around the world this old-fashioned law has been changed since decades, yet in my home country it still exists. Shame on them! But I guess a country who still favours a king who cannot spell, or hold a speech even after 40 years of PR training, it's of no use expecting them to be clever.
Never mind, that the tenants have done all the investments in the house, the land and have been there for generations, the politicians still vote for the "master", the owner of the land, to raise the rent with whatever he pleases. Like nearly 50%. Fat lot of good this extra money is gonna do him, being like 95.
Yet at the same time not choosing to let the farmers buy him out, but rather let houses and land fall to pieces.
Glad I left. And no, I'm not looking fw to any comments about it being the same in Switzerland!
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Me a teacher
Not sure what made me think of it, but not many people know that I worked as a teacher for a couple of years in my youth. I was under the false impression that I liked kids, and wanted to practise as an extra teacher before I went on for the formal education. Of course I never did.
I those days I had two jobs. One, where I would be called in in the morning by a school that needed somebody to stand in for a sick teacher, and the other one working for my ex-friends parents, who had a book-binding factory. There I worked as an assistant in the office, using a type-writer for producing address labels or running a coffee cart through the factory at precise times.
But what I remember was a class of kids being 12-years-old at the time, having a teacher who broke a leg and I was asked to stand in. I was 19 at the time. I loved it!
My first action was to change the benches they were sitting at, so that they were in clusters of four (making them promise to put the benches back before their regular teacher came back). Also, it was I who decided who sat with whom. Naturally I put the "problem kids" with the kids with good behaviour. I remember it being a very fun time.
The broken leg took five weeks to recover, and I was in charge all this time. I cannot understand why the rector allowed it, but he did and I cherish the experience.
Not only did I teach all sorts of subjects, like science, maths, religion, social studies and even gymnastics, but it gave me a self confidence (yes I can!) that I have carried with me until today.
Funny to think that I have kids to thank for the life I have chosen to live :).
I those days I had two jobs. One, where I would be called in in the morning by a school that needed somebody to stand in for a sick teacher, and the other one working for my ex-friends parents, who had a book-binding factory. There I worked as an assistant in the office, using a type-writer for producing address labels or running a coffee cart through the factory at precise times.
But what I remember was a class of kids being 12-years-old at the time, having a teacher who broke a leg and I was asked to stand in. I was 19 at the time. I loved it!
My first action was to change the benches they were sitting at, so that they were in clusters of four (making them promise to put the benches back before their regular teacher came back). Also, it was I who decided who sat with whom. Naturally I put the "problem kids" with the kids with good behaviour. I remember it being a very fun time.
The broken leg took five weeks to recover, and I was in charge all this time. I cannot understand why the rector allowed it, but he did and I cherish the experience.
Not only did I teach all sorts of subjects, like science, maths, religion, social studies and even gymnastics, but it gave me a self confidence (yes I can!) that I have carried with me until today.
Funny to think that I have kids to thank for the life I have chosen to live :).
Damsel in distress
I have a friend who is always willing to help. To the point that I don't contact him anymore' cause I feel bad. When I do contact him to say I would like him to join me for just a coffee, a (better) type of drink or even something to eat, he's always too busy. But when it comes to a message saying "I need help with putting up a lamp or cleaning out a drain" he's always responding immediately, saying he'll be there.
I dunno what's it's called, but it's kinda a help syndrome. They (men) have to feel useful, helping a damsel in distress.
Now I've met another one. And listen to this. He sees this woman in a Migros shop, follows her, talks to her and tells her how beautiful she is (at this point in the story I'm thinking stalker! but couldn't be more wrong). She responds and agrees to meet him later in a cafe for a drink. What he didn't know at the time was that she was living on social security and had stolen some items in the shop, thinking he was a security guard following her. He was of course proud of himself, newly single, thinking he had still got it.
Long story short, she turned out to be a Russian with a diagnosis borderline, and even though she spent three weeks in a psycho institution, he still visited her every day. And spent a shitload of money on her (she used to give him a list of things to buy every time he visited and he dutifully bought her all the things she wanted!) Until he eventually learned that maybe she wasn't a prospect for the future.
Men! If I wasn't so bloody honest, I could've lived a life in luxury.
I dunno what's it's called, but it's kinda a help syndrome. They (men) have to feel useful, helping a damsel in distress.
Now I've met another one. And listen to this. He sees this woman in a Migros shop, follows her, talks to her and tells her how beautiful she is (at this point in the story I'm thinking stalker! but couldn't be more wrong). She responds and agrees to meet him later in a cafe for a drink. What he didn't know at the time was that she was living on social security and had stolen some items in the shop, thinking he was a security guard following her. He was of course proud of himself, newly single, thinking he had still got it.
Long story short, she turned out to be a Russian with a diagnosis borderline, and even though she spent three weeks in a psycho institution, he still visited her every day. And spent a shitload of money on her (she used to give him a list of things to buy every time he visited and he dutifully bought her all the things she wanted!) Until he eventually learned that maybe she wasn't a prospect for the future.
Men! If I wasn't so bloody honest, I could've lived a life in luxury.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
What a little paint can do
The house across from "mine" is being re-painted. It will raise the appearance of our 'hood, and give me something nicer to look at. Or as a friend phrased it "it'll raise your tax value". Oh dear. So not good.
But still, I think we're moving in the right direction. The corner of that house used to have a "erotic dvd-shop" for a couple of months before they folded, and now it's an "Asian massage" studio. Personally, I'm looking forward to when it'll be a bakery or something useful.
However, it made me remember when I was in the Caribbean, and the five-star-hotel I stayed in offered a "Swedish massage". I was curious, and booked a session. It turned out to be a massage, quite normal back ditto, lying on a bed, overlooking the ocean, and with a chatty Australian. And me being brought back to the hotel in a taxi, all oily from the massage, almost gliding into the front floor of the car.
So that was then, me exploring the world, and now I'm getting excited about a house being re-painted. Could it be age :) ?
But still, I think we're moving in the right direction. The corner of that house used to have a "erotic dvd-shop" for a couple of months before they folded, and now it's an "Asian massage" studio. Personally, I'm looking forward to when it'll be a bakery or something useful.
However, it made me remember when I was in the Caribbean, and the five-star-hotel I stayed in offered a "Swedish massage". I was curious, and booked a session. It turned out to be a massage, quite normal back ditto, lying on a bed, overlooking the ocean, and with a chatty Australian. And me being brought back to the hotel in a taxi, all oily from the massage, almost gliding into the front floor of the car.
So that was then, me exploring the world, and now I'm getting excited about a house being re-painted. Could it be age :) ?
Art
They say that the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, which I happen to think is very true. I have seen some art in museums, and I cannot say I like "the scream" by Munch (how difficult can it be painting a face with an open mouth?), "la Guernica" by Picasso (just disturbing with nothing to rest the eyes on) or the self portrait by van Gogh (ugly guy, I'll say that). The sunflowers by the latter looks like something made by a student in 5th grade. Horrible.
Yet these paintings, if sold at all, go for millions and millions of money. It is unbelievable.
I myself prefer to have art on the wall that means something to me. Most of my paintings are either memories from where I lived or visited, or made or given to me by somebody I know.
Ok, so it would be nice to own a valuable painting but all I would do is to sell it and pocket the money.
I really don't get it. And yet still I do. It's all about the money. Again.
But really? How many people really do like these paintings? Not many is my educated guess.
Yet these paintings, if sold at all, go for millions and millions of money. It is unbelievable.
I myself prefer to have art on the wall that means something to me. Most of my paintings are either memories from where I lived or visited, or made or given to me by somebody I know.
Ok, so it would be nice to own a valuable painting but all I would do is to sell it and pocket the money.
I really don't get it. And yet still I do. It's all about the money. Again.
But really? How many people really do like these paintings? Not many is my educated guess.
Poor cat
But I guess it's some consolation to be able to rest on a bed of three, no wait, four, now wait again there seem to be no less than five designer cushions!
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Breakfast
Some people claim that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. BS I say. I have never been a breakfast eater, unless we're talking about brunch not before 1pm in the afternoon.
My fav so called breakfast is two cups of coffee with a wee bit of milk and as many cigarettes. Or more.
So when I woke up at seven this morning (!) and felt hunger I was really surprised. Ok so the cats woke me up, but couldn't go back to sleep so at eight I caved in and got up. Made two crisp bread sandwiches with ham and cucumber and ate it together with coffee. Yum! Very surprising.
Less surprising was that it came up two hours later.
Yes, I will never be a breakfast eater. Screw the people who say so.
My fav so called breakfast is two cups of coffee with a wee bit of milk and as many cigarettes. Or more.
So when I woke up at seven this morning (!) and felt hunger I was really surprised. Ok so the cats woke me up, but couldn't go back to sleep so at eight I caved in and got up. Made two crisp bread sandwiches with ham and cucumber and ate it together with coffee. Yum! Very surprising.
Less surprising was that it came up two hours later.
Yes, I will never be a breakfast eater. Screw the people who say so.
Amish
Today I watched a documentary about the Amish, little did I know that they emanate from Germany. That might explain my neighbours!
But slowly, slowly they get nearer the real world, like eating pizza in McDonalds, having a kid carrying a gun (I'm guessing for shooting animals) and some even driving cars.
A long way to go though for feminism.
But slowly, slowly they get nearer the real world, like eating pizza in McDonalds, having a kid carrying a gun (I'm guessing for shooting animals) and some even driving cars.
A long way to go though for feminism.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Interior decorating
This things with friends got me thinking. My friend is renovating and buying new furniture. We have very, very different taste. She has chosen to let build a very rustic iron and wooden table, uneven so that you can let bread crumbs fall through the cracks, whereas I have a modern glass table.
She's the type to spend her holiday visiting Brockenhauses and antique shops, where I think it smells bad in there and wouldn't go near it with a barge pole.
Funny that, 'cause when I visit her I think her home is very tasteful. She has chosen things that fit in her place. Makes me wonder, does she think the same about me?
She's the type to spend her holiday visiting Brockenhauses and antique shops, where I think it smells bad in there and wouldn't go near it with a barge pole.
Funny that, 'cause when I visit her I think her home is very tasteful. She has chosen things that fit in her place. Makes me wonder, does she think the same about me?
Friends mean a lot
You know, there are friends and there are friends. Some happen to live in the same country and some don't. Some you are in contact with often, and some you don't.
Today I was lucky to be in touch with two of them. One who lives in Switzerland, and who I met today. Funnily enough we hadn't seen each other for maybe three months, due to busy times and holidays on her part, and me not wanting to impose on busy peoples lives. Nevertheless, it's always a pleasure to meet and catch up. Things happen in life, even in mine! I guess the difference is I blog about it, so when we meet it's more me listening than talking. Example: me: "so I've been trying to volunteer", she: "yes I know, I read about it on the blog". Haha, my own fault. And then I was told what I did wrong with the "application".
Later this evening I was skyped by somebody I hadn't heard from for I think two years. This is a person I successfully matchmaked with her current husband, and since I know they now have two kids, I believe I can confidently say I succeeded. And same thing here, when people get kids I can stay away and wait for them to take contact, no problem. Even if I don't know much about kids myself (other than giving a lot of unwanted advice I'm sure), I understand these are busy times.
But good friends always come back. And I heard something about teaching the 5-year-old to ski. Yes, I think there shall be a visit sometime within the next few years.
And yes, I'm definitely talking to the kid-loving neighbour about housing two children.
Today I was lucky to be in touch with two of them. One who lives in Switzerland, and who I met today. Funnily enough we hadn't seen each other for maybe three months, due to busy times and holidays on her part, and me not wanting to impose on busy peoples lives. Nevertheless, it's always a pleasure to meet and catch up. Things happen in life, even in mine! I guess the difference is I blog about it, so when we meet it's more me listening than talking. Example: me: "so I've been trying to volunteer", she: "yes I know, I read about it on the blog". Haha, my own fault. And then I was told what I did wrong with the "application".
Later this evening I was skyped by somebody I hadn't heard from for I think two years. This is a person I successfully matchmaked with her current husband, and since I know they now have two kids, I believe I can confidently say I succeeded. And same thing here, when people get kids I can stay away and wait for them to take contact, no problem. Even if I don't know much about kids myself (other than giving a lot of unwanted advice I'm sure), I understand these are busy times.
But good friends always come back. And I heard something about teaching the 5-year-old to ski. Yes, I think there shall be a visit sometime within the next few years.
And yes, I'm definitely talking to the kid-loving neighbour about housing two children.
Pimp
When my new dog-friend announced that he might be interested in having some cleaning help, I immediately came to his rescue. After all, what are friends for? But since I only know one cleaning lady, she was the one I thought of.
So I sent an email to her, asking if she was interested. Five days later I got an answer, and yes she was. That was yesterday.
Today I met my dog-friend and as it turned out, she had already called him. Hmm. So I had to wait five days for an answer, but he got a call the same day. Interesting.
It got me thinking. So I told her a little bit about him, and him a little bit about her. When he had walked me to the bus station tonight they got contact on the phone, and seemed to be getting along fine. It was a quick handshake good-bye to me, and on he went on the phone.
When I got home she called me, sounding very cheerful. Saying however that "yes I know you said in the email that he was single, but I'm not looking for a man", but to me it didn't sound like that.
I am so looking forward to the story to be continued. On Friday they will meet for the first time...
So I sent an email to her, asking if she was interested. Five days later I got an answer, and yes she was. That was yesterday.
Today I met my dog-friend and as it turned out, she had already called him. Hmm. So I had to wait five days for an answer, but he got a call the same day. Interesting.
It got me thinking. So I told her a little bit about him, and him a little bit about her. When he had walked me to the bus station tonight they got contact on the phone, and seemed to be getting along fine. It was a quick handshake good-bye to me, and on he went on the phone.
When I got home she called me, sounding very cheerful. Saying however that "yes I know you said in the email that he was single, but I'm not looking for a man", but to me it didn't sound like that.
I am so looking forward to the story to be continued. On Friday they will meet for the first time...
Alu foil
I learned something new today. When my friend was cooking he used aluminium foil, and when he was done with it he put it in a box. He probably saw that I looked at him, and then explained that alu foil takes a lot of energy to produce and therefore should be deposited in a special place.
Turns out it's metal-like, and can be put in the metal-trash-bin found where the bottle bank containers are. Super! Alu foil takes up a lot of space in the Züri-bags we pay for to the get rid of trash, and if one can help the environment a bit I'm all for it.
Plus it needn't take up space in my Züri-bag. A win-win as we business people call it :).
Turns out it's metal-like, and can be put in the metal-trash-bin found where the bottle bank containers are. Super! Alu foil takes up a lot of space in the Züri-bags we pay for to the get rid of trash, and if one can help the environment a bit I'm all for it.
Plus it needn't take up space in my Züri-bag. A win-win as we business people call it :).
In the outskirts of Zürich
Was out in the wilderness again today, and it was only an electric fence that prevented these beasts from attacking!
Then we took a stroll with the dog, encountering a very sweet cat. However, they didn't make friends exactly. The cat did like mine, showed a very bushy tail, like you better stay away. Clever dog did just that.
At home we enjoyed a nice dinner, and I was told I was only invited since I promised to cook Wienerschnitzel. I guess he likes that a lot.
The dog was exhausted and showed me just how much she likes being rubbed on the belly.
At home we enjoyed a nice dinner, and I was told I was only invited since I promised to cook Wienerschnitzel. I guess he likes that a lot.
The dog was exhausted and showed me just how much she likes being rubbed on the belly.
Monday, September 09, 2013
I wanna help
It's funny with Switzerland. Sometimes I think this country is too rich. I have tried to volunteer helping the homeless. That didn't work out, they had no need of my services.
I have time, I am willing and I want to help. Truth is, I feel a bit in debt. I took money from the government being jobless for a while, and that is not my thing. I know, I had an insurance for that, and I was right taking it, but still. That's not me.
So I have been looking for a way to pay back. To justify that I got money for doing nothing.
Some time ago I was talking to a neighbour, who has another neighbour, who is lonely. And that got me thinking. Old people! Yes, maybe that's where I can help. I like old people. They have tales to tell and even though they may not be moving as fast, or think on their feet, they are full of stories and have experiences I can only dream of.
So on Sunday I sent an email to the responsible people in Zürich, saying that I can devote some time every week to the elderly. Help them with visits to doctors, talk to them, cook together, guide them with internet or similar things.
Did I get an answer? No. Not yet. But I am cautiously optimistic.
I have time, I am willing and I want to help. Truth is, I feel a bit in debt. I took money from the government being jobless for a while, and that is not my thing. I know, I had an insurance for that, and I was right taking it, but still. That's not me.
So I have been looking for a way to pay back. To justify that I got money for doing nothing.
Some time ago I was talking to a neighbour, who has another neighbour, who is lonely. And that got me thinking. Old people! Yes, maybe that's where I can help. I like old people. They have tales to tell and even though they may not be moving as fast, or think on their feet, they are full of stories and have experiences I can only dream of.
So on Sunday I sent an email to the responsible people in Zürich, saying that I can devote some time every week to the elderly. Help them with visits to doctors, talk to them, cook together, guide them with internet or similar things.
Did I get an answer? No. Not yet. But I am cautiously optimistic.
Friday, September 06, 2013
Commercial tv
I watch a few American shows now and then, and also other foreign shows. What irritates me is not so much the commercials, you can always take a toilet moment, go to the kitchen or do something while the sound of people trying to sell this and that drones on, no it's something else that makes me mad.
The re-runs. So you watch the beginning of a show, and learn to fast-forward the introduction that usually lasts 1,5 minute and off you go. Until the first commercial break 10 minutes later. Ok, fine, again you go do something (refill a glass of white is my fav), but then!
Coming back after the break they give you a re-run of what happened the first 10 minutes! Do they think I have Alzheimers or am going senile? If so, it wouldn't matter would it? 'Cause then I wouldn't remember anyway. Do they think somebody just switched on the telly to start watching the program in the middle? If so, why do all the other people watching the show have to be tortured because some people can't tell time?
I don't get it. I think maybe people get dumber and dumber these days.
The re-runs. So you watch the beginning of a show, and learn to fast-forward the introduction that usually lasts 1,5 minute and off you go. Until the first commercial break 10 minutes later. Ok, fine, again you go do something (refill a glass of white is my fav), but then!
Coming back after the break they give you a re-run of what happened the first 10 minutes! Do they think I have Alzheimers or am going senile? If so, it wouldn't matter would it? 'Cause then I wouldn't remember anyway. Do they think somebody just switched on the telly to start watching the program in the middle? If so, why do all the other people watching the show have to be tortured because some people can't tell time?
I don't get it. I think maybe people get dumber and dumber these days.
You're too young!
These are words I don't hear that often anymore, so I gotta say it was genious of me to find an older friend. Older than me that is.
We spent four hours on the lake today talking about everything and anything, like hospitals and operations we had, to food we like (I'm gonna cook wienerschnitzel and he's countering with chateau-briand), like politics in Switzerland to places we've visited, to dogs and cats vs strange pets like reptiles and fish to history to Obama to building construction to neighbours to...
Actually the weirdest thing was a story about somebody who died in the flat-building he lives in. He didn't live there then, but he heard. Somebody died and nobody knew, until the neighbours started to smell something fishy. Yeah a dead body. And the owner who lived elsewhere didn't wanna pay for renovation (apparently a body stinks so much you have to rip the whole apartment apart and redo it in order to get rid of the smell). But the rest of the flat-owners took a vote and made her renovate. And right they were if you ask me!
Most flat-buildings where I come from prefer that the owner her or himself actually live in the flat they own, 'cause they tend to care more. Something to think about re the owners of the flat underneath me!
Anyway, we rounded the evening off with an introduction for new friend incl dog at my fav bar. Not a bad day at all!
We spent four hours on the lake today talking about everything and anything, like hospitals and operations we had, to food we like (I'm gonna cook wienerschnitzel and he's countering with chateau-briand), like politics in Switzerland to places we've visited, to dogs and cats vs strange pets like reptiles and fish to history to Obama to building construction to neighbours to...
Actually the weirdest thing was a story about somebody who died in the flat-building he lives in. He didn't live there then, but he heard. Somebody died and nobody knew, until the neighbours started to smell something fishy. Yeah a dead body. And the owner who lived elsewhere didn't wanna pay for renovation (apparently a body stinks so much you have to rip the whole apartment apart and redo it in order to get rid of the smell). But the rest of the flat-owners took a vote and made her renovate. And right they were if you ask me!
Most flat-buildings where I come from prefer that the owner her or himself actually live in the flat they own, 'cause they tend to care more. Something to think about re the owners of the flat underneath me!
Anyway, we rounded the evening off with an introduction for new friend incl dog at my fav bar. Not a bad day at all!
Monday, September 02, 2013
Monday dinner
Had some friends over for dinner tonight. We used to meet more often, but time flies, and it was a long time ago since we had time to catch up. They were so happy, they even smiled when forced to put a note in the guest book :).
I was asked to mention what we ate. It was wienerschnitzel, potatoes a la Hasselback and green peas. Some carrot and cucumber sticks with a chili dip as a starter, and the famous cake made by one of my guests as dessert. To that a red wine that I saved almost two years, and white wine (no, not my house ditto but a different one) with the starter.
Yes, a good evening with good friends. What more can one ask for?
I was asked to mention what we ate. It was wienerschnitzel, potatoes a la Hasselback and green peas. Some carrot and cucumber sticks with a chili dip as a starter, and the famous cake made by one of my guests as dessert. To that a red wine that I saved almost two years, and white wine (no, not my house ditto but a different one) with the starter.
Yes, a good evening with good friends. What more can one ask for?
Sunday, September 01, 2013
Trek and ladybugs
I had a very difficult day today. I had to trek into the wilderness, and walk all the way uphill from a distant train station to the destination. I took 20 minutes and was uphill big time. Ok the first eight minutes were straight ahead on a big road, but then! Uphill at a degree never seen before. And there were animals! Not wild mind you, but still.
When I arrived, sweaty and swearing (ok, not loud) they laughed at me. Saying it took them only eight minutes to walk the same distance. When pressed it turned out that they meant downhill! Yeah, of course. So not the same thing!
And the theme of the day was ladybugs. There were ladybugs everywhere from the decoration, to the wings on the birthday girl to the food to mats on the floor to the cake to...
I was actually thinking the other day when I found a live ladybug in my flat to bring it as a present ('cause the oldfashioned paper invitation was in the form of...you-know-what), but decided against it in the end. But if they keep it up with these crazy theme-thing they may be in for a surprise next year!
When I arrived, sweaty and swearing (ok, not loud) they laughed at me. Saying it took them only eight minutes to walk the same distance. When pressed it turned out that they meant downhill! Yeah, of course. So not the same thing!
I was actually thinking the other day when I found a live ladybug in my flat to bring it as a present ('cause the oldfashioned paper invitation was in the form of...you-know-what), but decided against it in the end. But if they keep it up with these crazy theme-thing they may be in for a surprise next year!
A full day
So today it was the duck race. Unfortunately my two didn't perform enough to win me a scooter. Scheisse, but I was pleased to hear that the Zürich cancer fund went from 1,500 ducks last year to at least 2,500 this year. It gives hope to people with cancer.
Then it was dinner at my place for five grownups and one screamy kid (gosh, has that one got lungs!) plus a dog. And two very scared cats.
And finally it was time to visit my fav place for a drink and some relaxation. As well as standing on a wooden bench, clapping and singing along to the music. Yes I know, I never said I was sophisticated. But I do try to get as much fun out of life as one possibly can!
And finally it was time to visit my fav place for a drink and some relaxation. As well as standing on a wooden bench, clapping and singing along to the music. Yes I know, I never said I was sophisticated. But I do try to get as much fun out of life as one possibly can!
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