Bring me Flowers

Sunday morning, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, my neighbor sets the barbeque on fire and me my brain. My thoughts are wandering. My son uses to say: “Oh I am thinking about this and that!” Pretty unspecific and right in a certain way. So next weeks schedule comes to my mind, I get a certain desire for fresh buns and then: “Who gave me flowers last time?”
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