Non, rien de rien

Merodema are so sweet sending me such a nice postcard.
I had a bit of a hangover when I got it. There was a huge party in the city and when I got down there, Holy Pond, I had my own oh-la-la.
So recovering now, I'm softly chanting Piaf.
But it seems only fair to reproduce the card on my blog here, so you can see for yourself that Merodema are good people, even when they are on their own for some time.

Shall I or shall I not

Merodema are off for a few days. They picked a fine destination, and I'm sure they will have a jolly good time.
I'm still not sure wether to do them the pleasure of my company.
I mean, it's has some satisfying prospects to be on your own, no-one to bother you, for a few days, ain't it?
And I've been there before, seen it all, although I must admit, there is a sound oh-la-la factor out there.
We'll see what happens.

Back into the cold

& friggin awful it was!

........................confused & fullfilled.................

... but goodbye it is ...

Oh boy

Read

Guess what, only when we had kissed, I found out that she had read my blog!
She had proof of it too, see pic.
That was kind of her. Kiss first and only then recognise that she knew me already.
I rewarded her with another one.

Followed

.... when she stepped down from the mistletoe I was hypnotised.
Simply, I had no option but to follow.
And once we got down... dear me.

She tastes as she looks!