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On days like this...
...a sample of this wonderful fragrance came fluttering into my house.
You're just in time for me, I think, weather is sh..e. My mood is as usual, so not sh..e.
Already the citrus in the opener has creamed it. Nothing sour hypothermic, as one sometimes has when the top note starts with cirtrus.
I have to take the dog out. It's snowing now! Gee, it's March 18.
I sniff my arm nonstop. My doggie sniffs too, but not my arm. She's reading the paper on the lawn. Now I have it: lemon curd. That wonderful lemon curd I sometimes make myself that never makes it onto a bun because I usually spoon it right out of the jar. I always do that on the sly so I don't catch myself doing it.
I keep walking and pass the spa. They offer cosmetic treatments, pedicures and massages. In the window hangs a sign: appointments by phone only.appointments for massages can also be booked online at www......de.
Ah, I think, here I can get a massage online!
Now she comes, the tuberose ! I am enraptured and amazed. With tuberoses I have a love-hate relationship: today she loves me.
Across the street, a fat bulldog walks with an even fatter man on a leash. So it is true that dog and master often look alike. The bulldog wants to race across the street like a steamroller to my Kemi. My doggie stands there and says nothing, as she usually does. She has her tail curled up and is thinking her piece.
I press my wrist to my nose and am not impressed by the roller and the fat man wrestling his dog across the street.
Martin Rütter is right: "It's never the dog's fault!"
Amorvero gets even creamier! I'm about to fall in love with my arm!
I go to the bakery, think of vanilla pastries, and order fresh rolls from today for tomorrow. They'll be cheaper.
We stroll home. For hurry we lack the time.