Just a few things to take back to Singapore…
This sweater is simply hideous.
Makes you wonder what weirdo is designing clothes like that…
Edit June 19:
The sweater has found a new home at a second hand shop in the meantime. Makes me smile to imagine how it won’t sell there, too. And then it will end up as a donation and potential beneficiaries go like: “I am not that much in need of a sweater – the newspapers from last year will do just fine!”.
I dropped by Alex and Silke’s place tonight to have a chat and catch up some more. I am always amazed how fast time rushes past me when I am in Germany – at first I think there is plenty of time to do everything, but then it’s the night before we leave and I realize I did not manage to do what I wanted to do and could no say what I wanted to say.
And there’s so much to say to friends who even surprise me with a little birthday cake…
Missing you – much love and many hugs.
At my age birthday presents are not that important anymore. (Heck! Did I really just write “at my age”?!)
The older you get, the more you acknowledge how important it is to be with people you love. When you’re a kid you take this as a given, of course, while you do not consider presents as a given, so there is a lot of focus on the loot and even more focus on by when you can finally open them.
This lovely birthday table was waiting for me since morning.
It feels crazy I am that old already and yet feel reasonably young. I wished I was as wise as my age suggests I am, but I am trying my best every day.
A bucket full of hugs to everybody and on to another year.