Sorry about all this England stuff, that is really going on my nerves. I sent my tin opener to a support group for Britoholics and take over the editorial of this gwundergarten thing. Hope you don't mind.
Here was quite something going on, since the two legged came back from whatever they did, when they left me behind.
I had an Alien as visitor. That was quite worrying.
No, I didn't hide myself from him, I was on hunt.
You're disturbing me!
My outdoor larder.
Quite good that you stuff yourself! I'll get you sooner or later. (never ever, Noah)
Oha, die Britoholic hat mich gerade in meinem Katzennest erwischt. Ich solle erstens da rauskommen und zweitens nicht nur über mich und meine Fressleidenschaft berichten *grummel*.
Oh dear, the Britoholic caught me in my cat nest. First I shall get out and then I shall stop talking all about me and my eating passion, she said ... as if I would...
Well, but who wants to hear sad stories like that little Emma (the bunny on the right) has a bad jaw abscess? She gets now daily medicine against pain and something that is called antibiotics. The poor thing had to go to that place where they always put needles in you and squeeze you... horrible. My lady said with tears, that nothing more can be done, the bunny is too old. But I told her, that Emma is a tough bunny, she is still hopping around, eating and annoying her mate Gandalf. But it's sad anyway, even I think so.
Don't be sad, I show you some flower photos to distract you.
Mrs Gwundergarten loves the wrinkled petals of this flower, I shall write ... but who wants to know that?
Clematis Princess Diana
I prefer that bumble bee is scurrying around on this flower than around my head.
This is my own private jungle. I love it, to stroll around under the dark leaves... very exciting.
After it has rained one night (rain? what was that again? is it still existing?) my tin opener looked out of the window and suddenly run out of the door with the black machine. She kneeled down in front of this here? But honestly, what is so special at a slug, that you have to run out of the door at 7 am like a maniac? There are a lot of them and everywhere? This one does not even have its own house with it. I will never understand the humans.
She said I shall keep my snout shut and carry on showing flowers *grmpf*.
Shall I remember her that I am in charge of the editorial and that she is only a patient?
No, I don't want her to relapse and so I carry on showing you flowers... sorry.
Ist noch jemand da?
Anybody here yet?
Sorry about that, I'll try to save the story in showing you my favorite food, that is hanging around a bit too high for me at the moment. How naughty it is looking down on me from up there!
The crown was thought for my head, but my head had to grow a little bit to fit in.
While I was watching her from a cool place in the shadow, Mrs Gwundergarten has a short fit of madness and created this flower border. I don't know why this woman always has to work at the hottest moment of the day in the middle of the sun... she said, that must come from child days, when somebody (twinkle at dad) has forced her to go hiking and most of the time they ended up at noon on a hot asphalt street. (Today one would call it child abuse *LoL*. No, sorry, of course we always had a lot of fun, don't misunderstand me.)
It was worth the drops of sweat, Mrs Gwundergarten thinks. But I think, she could have left it as it was before.
Nowadays the two legged seem to love to dig holes. This is another one. They want to get down to some pipe, they said. As I said: who understands the humans. There are pipes up here, you don't have to dig for them, especially when there is no mouse down there!
Now I have to go back and take care over the Britaholic. You must know that she is working at her next novel and when I don't watch over her, she writes strange things in it. As well I have to take care that she isn't packing her suitcase again and leaving me alone with all those holes!
Das ist alles anstrengend, sehr, seeeeehr anstrengend
This is all exhausting, very, very exhausting.
Take care, your one and only
Unglaublich aber wahr, das "Ticket" ist seit sechs Wochen in der eBook-Bestsellerliste der Schweiz und hat dort sogar während einer Woche den zweiten Platz belegt *freu*. Eine Flasche Prosecco wurde da natürlich geköpft, ist ja klar. Danke schön!
Das Buch von Anne Wiegner, das im Buechkafi vorgestellt wurde, ist zurzeit zu einem günstigen Angebot zu erhalten.
Habt ein nicht allzuheisses Wochenende oder wenigstens ein kühles Plätzchen, wo Ihr es verbringen könnt.
En liebe Gruess