Some days ago on a meadow down the valley a little cone-shaped burning red tree appeared, but it is already gone again. One should not wait, but take a picture when one can.
So here is a picture of today :
Last week I had to notice an unpleasant smell in my kitchen. I first thought something would drip out of the wall, but it was all dry there, also the tubes under the sink were dry, no puddles on the floor. And because the water vanished down the drain unobstructed the only possibility left was the side-line that leads from the place where you put wet dishes into the main tube.
I can not understand how such a mess can form in there, it must have been a ton of mushy gunk I pulled out of this little plastic tube.
Besides this kitchen adventure nothing exiting happened here. I write applications and collect my letters of refusal ; I read & write and should visit the library ; perhaps a meeting tomorrow evening will lead to something, who knows.
This Sunday Music is Nilla PIZZI (Ger., Eng.) with Sul Mare Luccica, a swinging version of Santa Lucia (Ger., Eng.) from 1948 – hope you enjoy it.