Reflections – The great tits

The past few weeks there’s been these two little birdies that have been driving me crazy. CRAZY I tell you!Great tits, actually (yes. I giggled). Throughout the ENTIRE day – these two bastards LAUNCH themselves at my french doors. PECK at my french doors. Flap their wings, stomp their feet, thomp their bodies against myContinue reading “Reflections – The great tits”

Cinderella lies

Damn it.One mustn’t be too hasty in ones rejoicing. One shouldn’t sell the skin before the bear’s been caught. One shouldn’t celebrate before the final word’s been spoken. And one should never assume that good things might actually happen during COVID-times. Apparently. Because the curfew, after a speed-appeal and lightning courtcase was already reinstated afterContinue reading “Cinderella lies”

No more Cinderella-dating!

Woohoo!There’s a (bit of) light at the end of the tunnel!Sort of. I guess. Maybe. A little.Ok, probably not, but for now – still a yay moment:No more Cinderella dating! The Lockdown Curfew here in the Netherlands (no one allowed outside between 21:00 and 04:30) has officially been cancelled today as a decision from aContinue reading “No more Cinderella-dating!”

To be nice.

Riddle me this: HOW ARE SOME PEOPLE SO NICE?! And more importantly, how do they make it look so effortless. Because I. Don’t. Get. It. Earlier this morning I cancelled a meeting because I had to go pick up my new (27 inch!!!) monitor (size does matter, people – this badboy displays 4 Word pagesContinue reading “To be nice.”

Cooking disaster

Do you KNOW how many seasons of Masterchef Australia (and New Zealand), Jamie Oliver, Ready Steady Cook and Chef’s Table I’ve watched in my life?Let me give you a hint: it’s a serious lot.I fucking love cooking shows. And seeing people create awesome food. And reading up on cooking techniques, and recipes and and and.Continue reading “Cooking disaster”

Bitter tastes

Honeyed lies drank from poisoned lipsLaid my careful plans to wasteThose empty words and hidden bitesAte me up insideYet I’m still craving a taste.  Because all we really seem to wantIs what might kill us fastest.Consumed by our needsFor the food of our detriment And a sip of the deadliest drinkFilling up on love.  IContinue reading “Bitter tastes”

Thoughts on the Hunt

Men like the chase – they say.Remnants from earlier times, where they were the hunters and we mere women the gatherers. Where a good clubbing over the head, and being dragged into a cave was considered foreplay and where consent was a word not yet invented. An easier time, I wager, regardless of all ofContinue reading “Thoughts on the Hunt”