Okey Cokey. Time to wrap for the weekend. Flight to Frankfurt, then a hop to Geneva coming up. And when I get home, Mrs N, who has the patience of a saint, and with whom I have had never a cross word, would greet the news that I am going to hunch alone over the PC and write words for strangers, as sufficient cause to rip my nuts off and stuff then up my nose. She did it to the dog, she could do it to me. (Poor Wim, got a bit confused as to who was in charge of the house, less testerone fixed that. I will write something about the dog another time. If you have to get a dog, get a stupid one, a smart dog is aware enough to know that something is wrong with its life, no matter how often he gets to sniff your crotch.)
Monday however, I am working again, so i will have a few minutes here or there to look at the blog. It's like a mushroom. leave it alone in the dark for a couple of days, and see if anything grows.
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