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I have done it.

So I went to my client’s event and loved it. Every minute of it.

But the way there …

It all started at home, of course.

My two-weeks-ago-carefully-put-together outfit fell out due to one fact I had ignored when doing the sartorial maths. Luckily, I conjured the next outfit on the spot, as you would, and I still had enough time to check it out. Unluckily, the second outfit wasn’t good enough, either. I did tell you I had nothing to wear?!?!

Like in a fairy tale, it was the third outfit, born out of necessity (aka 5 minutes to go) that was good enough and made me feel well, so off I went.

Only to find myself in an old train half an hour later, wondering whether the 3 guys next to me were going to drink all that beer and what the strap of my brand new bag was doing down there. They didn’t, they were rather nice while sipping their beer, and the strap had gotten somehow detached from the bag – without my help.That something like this should happen!

So now what? What now so? Now what so?

Ahhh, my brain cell went, you have some safety pins in your kaputted bag – use them. So I did. The bag lasted till I made the first few steps in the small town I had been headed to.

Do you know Karstadt? It’s one of those warehouses that are going to be abolished because we all shop cheap things online these days (like bags). Anyway, there was a Karstadt near the venue I was headed for and they sold me a most lovely bag within minutes, made all the sympathetic noises while I told them about my stupid old bag, didn’t wince when I used their surfaces to empty the old bag and fill the new one and wished me a nice evening.

I threw away the old bag, what else and had myself a nice evening.


Impertinance Day


Felony And Irony (live together in perfect harmony)

Garlic. That’s the stench I get on most warm days if I leave my windows open. Because of the factory nearby, producing stuff you eat.

Wild garlic. That’s the stench I’ll be getting soon from the forest near the place we’ll be moving to in the weeks to come. The stuff you eat.

Why can’t it be all roses, milk and honey? Or at least, I don’t know, broccoli?


The door is there, as expected, and I pause for a moment to observe it carefully.

Maybe … I shouldn’t? It wasn’t that good last time …

Yes, of course I should. I know that. It comes with age, the knowledge.

Well then, Inner Exile Ministry, here I come. All yours.