Or also this one of me collapsing on the floor by posing 80m2 of pvc strips.
So I missed an interesting article I wanted to write on my birthday about how when you’re after 30 you start stating “where I was 10 years ago” instead of “where I was last year”. Then it came to my mind where I effectively was ten years ago. In Paris. Ruining my sentimental life for the years to come due to a single kiss. Which made me realize over the years that Dawson’s Creek was fucking right: don’t ever kiss light hearted. NEVER.
My vacations had been very short. But good anyway.
The girls have been in Paris for the first time, then in the mountains, a very long and good summer for them. So the rest doesn’t really matter, right?
We will be moving in two weeks I guess and there is nothing done for now. I will improvise like always.
Oh and I read very good books.
Currently this one: