Had to drag myself to work on Friday. Again. Second day in a row. During lunchbreak I measured that one banana lasts just about half way down to my car. I eat when I walk. I must be the most efficient person on earth doing multiple things at once. If I was a male I would piss while I walk too. I could do four things at once. Or five even: eat, walk, think, piss, breathe 🙂 

Today in the mo I woke up at about 11. Some say is broad daylight. I say I am mighty lazy and winner in competition of sleeping duration. If no beer for dinner I don’t have any need to wake up earlier! I woke up and heard the birdsong. Birds of spring! The first announcers are here! Yipppiii! I was enjoying these birds right as my window is always open. Then I realised they yelp like people, for a moment I thought I am QQ in my head as I heard the birds say: Paris, Paris, Paris! Checked the time on my phone. It again showed 11:11. Some say it’s a sign from angels. Well, I no no angels. But I see the time constantly either 11:11, 13:13, 17:17 and 19:19, sometimes also 22:22. Now, someone explain that to me. I never see the other numbers. I would like to have a chat with that angel or so.

Listening to Harry Belafonte again. Never enough. 

The Valentines day went by unnoticed. No flowers, no gifts. I am nobodys Valentine either. So I bought myself a bunch of flowers and sort of Swedish Semla buns and voila! The buns we have in our traditions aswell, we just don’t have name that can be pronounced by foreigners 🙂 and I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want you to keep on guessing. If I was to say the bun name in my homelanguage all of the blog would lose the excitement. Anyways, it’s so called imported fest just like Halloween. Which jumped from Ireland to US and then back to Europe probably somewhere around 1990? Or so…. Not sure. But I am all for the extra fun in life, I would even vote for days off if that ever came to a question.

Heard a song few days back where the lyrics translate to something like that:if loving you is wrong I don’t want to be right

there is a hole where my heart used to be

junkyard of broken hearts

and so on. I kinda liked the lyrics. I am not much of a romantic as it’s difficult to be romantic alone 🙂 but I have written a few lyrics myself. No, not written, they are in my head and they are there in various languages, sometimes I play with words in my head. You know, the ones that have totally different meanings in different languages. Like we have a cussword “arse” but in Hungarian it means “devil”, then you realise that indeed, arse is devil. Or other things like that. 

Another bit of funny thing I heard and it stuck with me:

Man gave up living and went shopping instead 😉

I dread any shopping, it gives me actual physical pain if I have to go and find skies or boots or anything that you have to select, try on and it takes more than ten minutes. I get hives (? is that even a word in English) and I feel suffocating, damn, I truly hate just one thing in life…. shopping. Unless!!! Unless I travel specially for shopping to London or Barcelona or Berlin or so. This is totally strange and relieving experience. Then I have like mini vacation and I don’t have to think about work or give orders or organise something. I am thinking of southern France for this spring, maybe a bit of Monaco or Italy also. That upcoming trip is actually for future. I am going house hunting. Moving away from homeland is more and more becoming a need. And yes, it’s because of the bastard neighbour, evil gnom who for whatever reason is still alive. Why now the mighty snipers can’t get the 8 grams into each of these clowns, beats me. It is obvious we are next after Ukraine. And I don’t want to be around here sitting like a duck. So the plan is to leave before orcs attack. And once the plan is to leave to a better place then I certainly am not looking at countries with same weather as we have. What would be the point in going from expensive joint into even more expensive joint 🙂 . So the target is southern Europe. Looking closer at Portugal, Italy, France. No Spain. Been there, done that. So if all goes well I shall be raporting from sunny beach within 2 years time. With that time I am probably selling everything here and accumulating funds for the move. Fear is mighty power. But I turn it into something positive.

Stay warm and cool

XOXOX