A nice look on the fence, since the house itself is invisible from the road.
And a peak behind the fence: left door = kitchen, right door = front door. And there is Nick of course, sitting pretty.....
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
One of the reasons I sometimes feel very lost here is that the sun moves differently. The moon looks funny and the stars are all in the wrong places. I actually need a compass here to find North, which used to be very easy. Also estimating time looking at where the sun is, is tricky. And the weirdest thing? The sun comes out of the sea in stead of sinking in it ....
Posted by Lucienne at 5:04 pm
Monday, August 07, 2006
Ever wondered why toilets at the workplace are always very tiny with three quarter walls and only half a door? And why the door opens standard on the wrong side, so you have to squeeze yourself in while holding your bag above your head and trying not to dislocate the toilet paper dispenser? And how comes there is always, always, someone entering the restroom at exactly the moment you thought you could relieve yourself in peace and quiet of some embarrasing bowel stuff? All this talk about privacy and the most intimate part of your workplace does not give you any privacy at all. Maybe we should not name it 'restroom', just so we don't get the wrong idea about it.
Posted by Lucienne at 6:02 pm