Happy birthday, blog!

Yep, it is exactly a year ago I started this nonsense. As I am still in my Italian mood, I celebrate it with Eros.

Un emozione per sempre
envoyé par bidou-eros. - Regardez la dernière sélection musicale.

vorrei poterti ricordare così
con quel sorriso acceso d'amore
come se fosse uscita di colpo
lì un'occhiata di sole...

Hush!

I went once accidentally to a Hush concert as one of my clients wanted to go, and I have been a fan ever since. A good fan gets new fans; now there is also a French Jewish boy loving Hush...



" My brain is soft from last night..."

Oh la la...

How the cruise control was born

I guess it happened when a woman was driving with her flip-flops on German highways 160 km/h, trying to keep up with the Porches. The flip-flops got constantly stuck in the carpet under the clutch and once in a while she lost the flip-flop totally from her right food which was on the speeder, while having a Porche in front of her and a Ferrari just behind. Then this woman thought it would be a good idea not needing to use the feet at all, and came up with the idea of cruise control.

PS. If driving with flip-flops, never park next to a German police officer at a Rasthouse. Driving with flip-flops is forbidden in Germany and with the fine you get, you could have bought some more decent shoes.

Driving on German highways

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“Wife, you are driving too slowly.”

“Husband, I am driving 150 km/h!”

“But wife, all the Germans are overtaking us.”

“Husband, poor man, the Germans are driving Mercedes, Porches, BMWs and big Audis. We are driving a French car!”

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« La vie est belle” followed by “La vita e bella” followed by “Life sucks !”

After two weeks in France and one week in Italy, the awful truth always hits me. For some reason God loves to show me for 3 weeks every year how my life could have been if I had made some smarter choices in my life. Instead of going through 3000 boring mails at work now, I could be sitting on the piazza Bra, drinking prosecco and waiting the second act of Carmen to start. Life sucks big time! If my darling Olivier hadn’t also sent me a mail (there were in total 3001 mails), I would probably have committed suicide by noon.

This is also the time of the year I wish I had a cow. After 3 weeks' absence the garden looks like a rainforest, the cow could have kept the grass and the bushes down. And the fridge being empty, the cow could have taken care of the milk for my morning coffee and the kids’ cereal.

The kids were delighted about the empty fridge though. Yesterday morning I asked them if they wanted ice cream or frozen peas for breakfast. They wanted to have frozen peas. Sure. Just as sure as I want be in Denmark right now.



(How could I exchange the endless summer nights here to this f.... boring life?????)