Living with a beast of prey
Yesterday Nemo invited someone over to stay the night. Someone who wouldn’t have come by choice. He came rushing inside with something feathery between his tusks. Which we gently removed disregarding his right to hunt and slay, deciding his territory was limited to the space outside our flat. Natural selection does have a bitter smack and we weren’t willing to have it few minutes before getting into bed.
So we separated the two and locked ourselves in the room together with our little wing flapping friend and a very confused tomcat on the other side of the door. The night went by without any major incidents and in the morning we found the bird ready to go longingly gazing at the garden through our glass window. Once opened off he went leaving nothing but some droppings behind.
Later on Nemo was let in. He seemed a bit disappointed by his prey gone and left through the very same window after breakfast. I’m pretty sure he stood no chance in catching up with this one but certainly there will be others. I just hope he won’t bring them in again for our and his sake.

this "farmer" will rake the grass (!) together by hand in order to supply the county with "bio"gas, so we can all sleep peacefully with our electronic devices on standby.

I'd award EnBW with the golden piece of shit for this advert.

Preparing myself for a job interview someone advised me to acquire some blouses instead of the men's shirts I usually wear because apparently when looking at female applicant's photographs potential employers pay particular attention to the right-hand button-facing. Things like that really wind me up. Why on earth did the skirt revolution not include the totally overjudged button-facing subject too? Same for the fly. Why is there a difference in the first place and why is complying to this rather old fashioned and by the way absurd rule pre-conditional for getting a job. How dare we judge other cultures gender-related dress codes (like the veil) and at the same time hold on to such a stupid dogma.
Having given up on the button-facing matter and having convinced myself that dressing up for a job is not exactly the same as breaking up with my punk ideals I went into quite a number of shops to glance at what they have on offer. Scanning the horrendous prices they charge you as well as the horrific models they display I eventually found few exemplaries I'd liked to try on and one particular piece which made it to the top of my list. I ended up looking very fashionable and snobby indeed wearing that dirty white blouse sized XL.
I know I am not a slim person from examining my reflection daily. But what do they think classifying my healthy build into Xtra Large?? Instead of downgrading sizes M, L and the particularly XL couldn't they create some new sizes in order to serve the rather starved-looking target group of today's shopping malls? What about some Xtra Xtra Small or a new line like Gaunt, Xtra Gaunt and so on (as "small" doesn't really apply and lank, lean, skinny and slim don't work out because of the first letter) with an A for anorexic at the very bottom of the list?
I'll always remember the day I was thrown from an S-sized men's shirt into an XL ladies blouse! But besides the labels and buttons I look smart. You should see me!