
While a child latched on a leg might be cumbersome, this naked statue doesn’t seem encumbered by the child nor by any clothes or a longing for decency. Even so, the sculpture is called “The threatened one” (Der Bedrohte) and I’m wondering …


Now I know that cattail really means something else, and this is rather a cat’s tail, but how could I not?
When I last visited the sculpture of Reineke Fuchs, he had ears. A bit large for fox ears but definitely ears. A local guide told us that the ears had been ripped off a number of times and everytime they were fixed they were a bit bigger than before.
This photo is from yesterday. It’s apparent that ear breakers have been at it again. For the life of me, I don’t know what motivates somebody to such vandalism.
Spoilt for choice – which is the best game?
Henry’s criteria are, of course, completely unique when judging a game.
Piraten-Pitt (otherwise known as Pirates of the Kindergarten) seems to be a contender.
In the end, it’s Boggle. Definitely the best fit.

To be honest, I could have just put a link to my contribution to the latest Friendly Friday Challenge: Be Cheap! but I didn’t want to be THAT cheap.
So I decided for this staggering tower of traffic signs: no pedestrians allowed, no bicycles allowed, no mopeds allowed, no trucks with dangerous loads allowed and a mysterious E which I couldn’t identify – edit: it is apparently a category E tunnel. But there is a radio channel in the upcoming tunnel. Yeah!

I took my inspiration from Jez who is also showing “Four Friends and a Drink” for today’s prompt.

Once upon a time I took a course in calligraphy. I never liked just copying clever quotes, I would rather use my own texts. I never got very good, I should have practiced more but then computers with fancy scripts became affordable and for me the skill became obsolete. But I kept a few of my favourite limericks including the odd ink stain.

Covid masks are on the wane hereabouts. They are not compulsory anymore when shopping but one MAY wear them. I do and I can see that fewer and fewer people wear them.
I on the other hand have taken to wearing a mask when I’m outside, working in the garden, cycling, walking … and I’m getting these weird looks. “It’s not the virus,” I like to shout, “it’s the pollen!” I’ve considered writing “ALLERGY” with a sharpie on my forehead (or possibly on the masks).
My allergy to grass pollen is a lot worse than in previous years. I take tablets, blow spray up my nose, and trickle drops in my eyes. I still sneeze, and sniffle, and tear up. But masks definitely make a difference. So I will keep them on. And probably glide seamlessly into autumn when the next COVID wave is going to hit.