. But when a filter can give me a cartoonish look, giving the impression that I could be somewhat goodlooking, I sometimes break my own rule. Especially if I am not alone on said-selfie. And honestly, whenever I go out with J or Little Bro, I know there is a high risk of selfie-taking. Because…… Continue reading I don’t do selfies…
. We all hate them, don’t we? On saturday, Little Bro will turn one year older. The plan was to have a nice dinner in a restaurant he apparently really likes. The place just re-openned after almost three years of renovations. We had a reservation for four, Little bro (of course), his partner, Chéri and…… Continue reading That kinda call…
. Every now and then, my brain goes traveling down Memory Lane for no specific reason. And it comes back with a totally random very specific piece of my past. Usually something that has to do with my childhood. Chéri is very familiar with these Family Flashes, because I always feel the need to share…… Continue reading Family Flashes…
. Every now and then, my brain goes traveling down Memory Lane for no specific reason. And it comes back with a totally random very specific piece of my past. Usually something that has to do with my childhood. Chéri is very familiar with these Family Flashes, because I always feel the need to share…… Continue reading Family Flashes…
. Every now and then, my brain goes traveling down Memory Lane for no specific reason. And it comes back with a totally random very specific piece of my past. Usually something that has to do with my childhood. Chéri is very familiar with these Family Flashes, because I always feel the need to share…… Continue reading Family Flashes…
. As you might know, one of the presents I got for my last birthday was an 8 hours long forging class, which was supposed to result in me returning home with my own handmade Viking-looking knife! I was a little worried, because the discharge letter I had to sign beforehand was… Scary. It clearly…… Continue reading #Don’tQuitYourDayJob!
. As in the French saying, ”C’est en forgeant qu’on devient forgeron” (Literally meaning ”it is by forging, that you become a black-smith”). We usually use that to mean that you have to work hard to get good at something. And oh boy, did I understand that saying today. For my birthday, Little Bro and…… Continue reading C’est en forgeant…
. Today was a special day. Especially since last year, it wasn’t special at all. No, you know what? I take that back. It was special, just in a very ironic and somewhat boring way. Because Chéri turned 40, in 2020, and one’s 40s, in French translates into ”la quarantaine”. The funny thing is that…… Continue reading Happy birthday!
WARNING – The following post contains an image that might disturb you, if you are faint-hearted. I wouldn’t say that it is too gross to post (proof being that I am posting it) but the title really makes me giggle. Rest assured, no feet were harmed in the making of the post. I never hid the…… Continue reading Too gross to post!
When you leave your block for the first time in six weeks, and discover that a building of your neighbourhood has been completely revamped with an extended mural. And judging from the details, I must have been confined for longer than I thought. I had a good reason to get out, don’t judge me!…… Continue reading You know your a good lockdowner when…
Cyranny's Cove 