A Horse with No Name

I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain

‘A Horse with No Name’ – America



Dangerous cold, snow, sleet and rain today. No Mr. Bowie, we can’t go outside. It’s even for a furry four-footer way too dangerous. How can I mentally survive winter? Do people really love winter that much? Can humans survive hibernation in good condition? Hmmm. I guess I’ll stick with espresso.


Enjoy this beautiful day, my friends, wherever you are. Peace, love and understanding.



Don’t mess with Mr. Bowie! I suppose all celebrities, from Taylor Swift to Mr. Bowie, attract weirdos and people who take advantage of the generosity of the stars. I removed this tick from Mr. Bowie’s skin. Make no mistake, little freeloader, we will rock you.

Newsflash #8


We had something to celebrate today. Dad is one of the oldest inhabitants of the village. Some local officials, dressed in traditional folkloric costumes, payed tribute to him this Sunday afternoon. This is a regular annual tradition. Many happy returns!

Next Wednesday, my Dad turns 90. There will be a Birthday Party with Birthday cake, Belgian soft-centre pralines, and other delicious stuff!


Frederik, the oldest great-grandchild in my family, asked if he could try out the special headgear of the local Prince. I think Mr. Bowie would love the feather on top of it…


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