It is raining. And raining. And again. My head is flooded. All those cute tiny animals are probably drowned by now. Like I fear my house will be soon. I might wake up floating around in my bed surrounded by only water tomorrow morning. Hopefully spotting some sunny island after a few hours of drifting.No but seriously. I’ll spend my evening drinking galleons of tea, making imaginary travels. Pretend me and Karin are in France in the 60’s. Just having an extraordinary weekend.
Or wherever really. As long as the cherry trees are blossoming.