This weekend, we again purchased extra storage space at IKEA. What used to be a pile of backpacks, linen bags, beach bags and fanny packs opposite 2 heaps of leather is now a gorgeous rack stuffed with shoes, backpacks, linen bags, beach bags and fanny packs. As you start to screw and hammer, it’s best not to stop till that surge of energy is gone, so I threw myself on the mosquito-net, the dusty windows and the giant cast-iron press that sits in a corner decoratively.

I throw away stuff easily, I’m hoping that one day my dearest will too see the advantages of living lightly The things you own end up owning you.

I wrote about the cute white bunny that lives somewhere on my way from work to the station. last week, we met again. I smiled and walked on, in a hurry. Somewhat further, another white bunny. Exact copy. What are these identical white bunnies doing so close to the office towers? Another one in the bushes. I swear: I saw 5 white bunnies chewing clover. Pretty things can get scary fast, as Stephen King will confirm. Are they building an army on that field? I had plans to jump the fence and take some pictures of the rough field in front of the tall glass office towers, but I’m unsure whether that’s wise. 

Sometimes it seems like half of the men who wear cologne chose Aqua Di Gio. Delicious scent, perhaps a tad young, but are you sure you all want to smell the same?

My Saturday stroll took me to fashionable clothing store Clinic. There was nothing that really caught my eye, apart from a red T-shirt that showed a man in sunglasses and a blue shirt with soft flowers.

I was almost on the street as I turned back to go and touch them again. I need new clothes. The shirt turned out to be 117€ (Karl Lagerfelt), the shirt 270€. All I ended up buying was the 1€ Doctor Pepper from the vending machine in the basement. Now I understand why they were staring at me. Unlike Andy Millman, I didn’t buy the shirt to prove I can afford it.