Or… "Your Bag Has A Face!"
No, we didn´t kill anyone and we´re no bad people, either ;-)
Bad is short for Badezimmer, bathroom.
And the toilet got one, too:
We´re going a little maritime here :-)
Since I´m at it, this is the door to our bedroom:
WC, no meaning here, the toilet-seat is red, though:
Living room (until end of November, then this singing fella goes in the Advent-Calendar):
Then it´ll look like this again:
Or, occasionally like this:
This bag was in my Advent-Calendar last year.
On this nasty, grey Saturday I took this bag to the bakery. Our lady there greeted us with, "ahhh, family-trip!" and, "oh, your bag has a face!", followed by a smile.
This is what it looked like all day…
Still we went for a walk and I saw this cute frog:
And, good to know, if Ingo isn´t here and I have to go someplace I could use this:
Sad we live in a place where we need this…
Soccer… Germany is still in, everybody is happy:
Sunday the sun came out and we went for another little walk.
Look at these people, happy, content.
We saw another, a man in his 50s maybe. In a dark suit. A little raggle-taggle. And totally desperate.
We passed by, holding hands. And worrying. Should we do something? But what and how?
We´re no professionals here and could make things even worse. There are places that man could go. But we felt pretty bad. Would you have asked if he needed help and if so, would you have taken the job? It´s not a matter done in five minutes.
Life can be cruel at times.
Am I happy to have Ingo, and healthy, too.
