Get better, missy!
:D
I am sure his entire fortune is being signed over to you as I type.
what fortune?
Lucky you, I have to go to the big smoke (Krakow) to get a nice one, round here they only have Johnny walker, Jack daniel's or some other awful urine coloured perfumes.
*scratches head, not because he is wondering if they actually use urine to colour them but because his head's itchy*
we can swap since I am not that big of a fan, meaning I can survive without whiskey, you, on the on the other hand might become dangerously irish - like melancholic ( just made it up) and THAT (the made up Irish melancholia) might result in eating too many pierogies.
Be careful, that's also a euphemism :)
my Goodness, I checked it in the Urban dictionary - indeed it is, but within my context it cannot be taken for anything but a drink. Well, unless some Irish - melancholic like dirty minded, slightly disturbed individual (or a healthy male in some parts of the world) thinks otherwise;).
Which begs the question, what would a person have to look like to want to know the PF story?
well, if you listen to what my co-workers are talking about, then you might change your mind;D. People are the same anywhere one goes.
Which reminds me. I have to go to bed. Nite.
PS. the virus has a good influence on my writing, or, I am getting a fever:)
Problems with pigeonsI was hoping it would never come to this, but since the buggers have a party every single morning on my balcony leaving a little piles of white stuff, I have to do something about it.
Nordic walking in Polanden.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nordic_walking
I have seen people walking in various locations, including the middle of the city, beach and obviously parks.
This time around after nourishing my flu in front of the computer and getting into yet another useless discussion on PF, I decided to accept the invitation for a walk. A friend of mine was very convinced that I should get some air. So on Sunday morning I got picked up by 2 other women and we drove off the a nearby lake with a park around it. It appeared that one of them didn't want to even be in the car at such an early hour on Sunday morning, but in her comfortable and warm bed. I can understand that and I was happy to sit in the back and listen to a funny bickering of people who I have never met before. They just carried on and after the car stopped in the woods I finally had a chance to introduce myself;).
Regardless, we got out, stretched and played with a beautiful dog, which belonged to one of the women. Then, they pulled out the equipment. I was offered a pair, but I said: thank you, I can walk on my own and don't want to be seen dragging two walking poles through the woods. I was right, because that way I was faster and could throw the sticks to the dog, who was happily fetching them. Nice.
The sun was shining, the lake was frozen with no snow on it. The wind was cold, but the place was full of other early walkers. People with dogs, people on bikes, people walking other Poles and other people walking with poles. I noticed a group of people in front of the bon fire, having their early Sunday sausage. We stopped by a man who asked if "our" dog can have a chase with his dog. When the dogs chased each other in a playful way, we found out that he adopted his at the animal shelter.
I am walking next Sunday too.
