Don’t know why or how, but I’ve grown to like these hot summer days in the Rhine Valley.
I also solemnly swear I’m up to no good … or bad. Well, not even mischief.
It is indeed a nice summer, reading Harry Potter and pretending to work and I decided not to bother you with my lazy thoughts for the time being.
Traditionally, I develop serious moosing tendencies in the autumn, so we can tackle the meaning of life and related topics then.
Oh, and, I have been toying with modelling clay some more – you know, in every adult moose, there is a little moose calf, wanting to play, just for the fun of it.