Smell

My Uncle George knows his way around women. I've always envied him for that, but recently I'v had not many complaints myself. That's why I've been away for a few weeks - actually I'm pretty exhausted.
Anyway, Uncle George dropped by to enquire on my health (and toast to mine, on my whiskey, he sure knows when to show up). So I had a good look at his bright and shiny parts, and I must say, they're a bit smelley and look used.
No, Amanda can be quite happy that I've not told Uncle George about her.

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.