Still lurking.
More detailed lurking coming soon.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
The main toilet array at the Munch museum in Oslo, which reads: please use the toilet of your choice (urinals available on the right). (Oddly, there wasn’t an English translation as there was for most/all other tex.)
The main toilet array at the Munch museum in Oslo, which reads: please use the toilet of your choice (urinals available on the right). (Oddly, there wasn’t an English translation as there was for most/all other tex.)
Indeed, there was more “French”: one even more mangled sentence at the other end. Truly pathetic. Listen if you dare.
Indeed, there was more “French”: one even more mangled sentence at the other end. Truly pathetic. Listen if you dare.
Additional cat tax:
Additional cat tax:
This notice was prominent on the fridge (sadly, not in front of the egg section, which would have been pleasing.)
PS: all chilled goods are behind doors here. Why does the UK not do this?
This notice was prominent on the fridge (sadly, not in front of the egg section, which would have been pleasing.)
PS: all chilled goods are behind doors here. Why does the UK not do this?
I keep feeling insanely jealous. Aurora is frankly an obsession (my half dozen alert apps attest), but at least I sleep under two cats every night, and shall be grateful for those furry blessings. They are a consolation.
Cat tax:
I keep feeling insanely jealous. Aurora is frankly an obsession (my half dozen alert apps attest), but at least I sleep under two cats every night, and shall be grateful for those furry blessings. They are a consolation.
Cat tax:
I’m still fanatical BTW.
I’m still fanatical BTW.
Reminds me of this, seen recently.
Reminds me of this, seen recently.
Mine is called the Tomb of the Unknown Butter Eater, the butter bog body, or the butter sarcophagus, depending on mood and time of day. It has, since this photo was taken, also been dropped and kintsugi'd with araldite doctored to be sparkly. Love it. To bits. (And back.)
Mine is called the Tomb of the Unknown Butter Eater, the butter bog body, or the butter sarcophagus, depending on mood and time of day. It has, since this photo was taken, also been dropped and kintsugi'd with araldite doctored to be sparkly. Love it. To bits. (And back.)
* Easy to grow. Will fill a space.
* Easy to grow. Will fill a space.
And the real game-changer (as I discovered this week, after the worst summer of beslugging ever) is adding covered dispensers for the Ferramol.
I am become a Ferramol evangelist.
And the real game-changer (as I discovered this week, after the worst summer of beslugging ever) is adding covered dispensers for the Ferramol.
I am become a Ferramol evangelist.