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Who the f%ยค# decides fashion

Watching tv now in the morning where they are currently talking about the current fashion and what’s hot and coming this summer. A man with a strong nasal voice talking about “back to the eighties”…

I could not care less, I would rather cut my index finger than let the botox victim with the previous mentioned nasal voice decide what I should wear…and, getting back to the eighties??? I’d rather kill a cat!! Fashion victims, unite!

A fox in our backyard

Yesterday morning Anders woke me up at 05.00. So I got up and prepared some milk for him. When finished I looked and walking back to the bedroom I took a quick look out of the window and at first I thought it was very early for our neighbour to be out walking his dog. But then I realised that it was not Pascal, the schafer, but a fox. He took his time, enough for me to fetch the camera and take some pictures.

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