For whom the bell tolls.

And so Saddam is no more. It seems an awful way to end this year with. Any death sentence just doesn’t sit right with me. It feels as if we’re punishing evil with evil – and that it makes us stoop as low as the person we’re executing. I for one had rather seen Saddam in a shithole of a prison for the rest of his life. But I have an inkling that if he’d been allowed to live, a lot of ugly scandals would have reared their ugly heads. Such as hidden agenda’s, bargains struck between Irak and the west .. etc. And of course we can’t have that now can we? No, better to hang the culprit as fast as we can, before he gets a chance to pull the skeletons out of the closet. We all have our mouths full of being so sophisticated and...

Study

I’m sitting here in a completely overturned study – it’s about high time I redid it, because the way the desk was shoved in there was NOT working. I’ve got a lot more space now with it being shoved with the long side against the wall, and I have the perfect spot for a painting I know my mom is making for me! Don’t know what it is yet, Arno’s seen the design and told me I am going to love it. I think it is just going to be fabulous to have a real “mom” hanging from my wall in any case. The study is slowly taking shape. I need to still move two of my bookcases to the other wall, and shove the dressoir to another wall. It’s the perfect time to reorganise my bookcases as well. I love days like these. Just take...

Merry Christmas!

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Castle Wurfeld

Let me start this by saying, that yes, I am a nerd. I am sitting here in this wonderful fairytale-like castle, in a canopied bed, and … I’m on my laptop. They have internet here! *squeal* This place is unbelievable. It’s situated in a park which is like 2 hectometers square, with christmas lights and decorations everywhere, on the edge of a cute little village with a dozen of very nice little restaurants. The room is not large, but quite luxurious, with (like I said) a canopied bed (teehee! I feel like a princess), a very nice tub, marble floors, a huge wardrobe with two big mirrors … the diningroom downstairs is sumptuous, there’s a spa nearby … whoa. After we’d arrived and put away the clothes and stuff, we ventured...

Yowza

Saturday I had a throat ache on one side. Sunday, I had an entirely inflammated throat. Monday I woke up with the throatache gone and felt relatively ok – until the day progressed and my head started to kill me. When I looked into the mirror, I saw my eyes were bloodshot. Tuesday was crappy. Sneezing, coughing, taking pills for the headache. Collegues started to shun me. Wednesday the client started asking whether I was really feeling good enough to work – a look in the mirror showed me squinted eyes because of the headache, a bleak face and redrimmed, puffy eyes. In fact, I looked like shit. This morning shifting my head turned out to be agony. I think it is clogged up to my brain or something. I can breathe relatively well, so I am getting worried...