The perfect proposal

And this, guys, is a posting just for you! Imagine you’ve met the girl of your dreams and you decide to take the plunge and pop the question of all questions. Now, are you excited? Nervous? Absolutely clueless? Let me tell you, getting it over with like this is NOT the way to do it:

SHE: Let’s buy the house!

HE: Okay! We can get married and save taxes in the process!

You think that’s romantic? No, it’s not! If your future wife actually says yes you’re either lucky or she’s brain dead! Boys, women like to be wooed and together with the big wedding day the proposal is supposed to be the happiest day of her life! So, please, at least try to think of something! After all you two should remember this moment and file it under “pleasant memories” you can turn to in times of fighting!

First of all: the ring! You need to have a ring! Basically, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a tiny diamond, a huge bling or vintage ring as long as it’s not butt ugly and meets your girlfriend’s style. If you were bored and annoyed until now because you had to stand in front of Cartier, Tiffany or H. Stern for hours looking at jewellery you can’t afford anyway, you should pay a little more attention now! Because … you don’t want to get it wrong! Believe me! You don’t! Better choose a simple classic style than going overboard with a kitschy version!

Second: the location! As important as the ring! Nothing speaks against the kitchen if it means something special to you! But … yes, yes, I know, here it comes, the big BUT! But … your girl will appreciate it even more if you think of something terrific. A weekend getaway – if you can afford it -, a helicopter flight, a banner from Tower Bridge (okay, a bit too much), dinner on the beach … just a few suggestions for you to think about. Anything works as long as it’s something you think your beloved might enjoy! Are you wondering whether you have to drop down on one knee, look up at her, gaze lovingly into her eyes and beg her to marry you? And are you absolutely horrified about the idea? Because … men just don’t do that? Don’t worry, guys! It’s not absolutely necessary if you’re not comfortable with it! Of course, if your woman tells you beforehand she expects that, guess what you’ll have to do? Right! Do the knee fall!

Otherwise, forget it! It’s as romantic if you just stand in front of her, taking her hands into yours and that brings me to No 3: the right words! I guess finding the right words is the most difficult part! Do you really just want to cry out the question? Just tell her you love her and can’t imagine life without her! That’ll do and she has a few moments to get prepared for THE question! After all YOU know it’s going to come, she ideally should be totally surprised, fall into your arms and whisper a YES!

You wonder why I’m writing about proposals? Well, it’s this time of the year where every Saturday I hear the motorcades driving by, honking, signalling another couple getting hitched … which always make me think …

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The British in me

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You knew this would be coming, didn’t you? But don’t be disappointed that I’m only referring to the British in me in this posting. There will be another coming up where the American in me will come forward. Because … I’m kind of a mixture of everything. Born and raised in Austria my love for everything “English” started to develop quite early. Despite a really horrible experience at school in the form of awful teachers up until the last four years, where I totally lucked out with a great and inspiring English teacher. Thanks to the vacations with my parents I also never had trouble actually using foreign languages, no matter how much or little I knew in those times. And I admired my father greatly, who spoke French fluently (thanks to his school education) as well as English and Italian, thrown in with some Spanish and Czech. All of those other languages he learned by himself on business trips and I guess my love for languages is something I inherited from him. But that’s not the real topic here, is it? You want to know why I consider myself as part British, even though my family tree reaching back to the 18thcentury doesn’t show anyone resembling having lived on the British isle. Or in one of its colonies.

  • My car: yes, I’m living in a country where the “best” cars are being manufactured. And what do I do? Buy a British one! My lovely Range Rover Evoque! And let me just say, every time I drive it and pass a VW, Audi, BMW, Opel or Mercedes I’m proud to not being one of the masses! And I never will be … (hope I’m not thrown out of the country now for not driving a German car!) Oh, and have I mentioned that even my navigational system is talking to me in English only? Even though, I haven’t decided yet whether I prefer British or American English. So, I just switch between those two … guess the sensible thing would be British, right? After all it’s a British car. Oh … how difficult to choose between my two navi guys.
  • My books: it’s sad. It’s really sad. If it’s not an English book store I can’t be tempted at all … everything I read in my private life is English. Luckily, we’re living in times now where I can just download the latest British mysteries for my Kindle …
  • My entertainment – at least part of it, since I dutifully divide my attention between British and American: which is sad part II. Movie theatres? Hardly go to the movies cause synchronized movies are just awful. I prefer the original. So, sad old me has to buy DVDs, if I want to see the movie. Latest TV series? Same game. Not to mention that lots of really awesome BBC series don’t even make it to Germany. And since my TV set is not up to all the new stuff like internet and streaming yet. (Even though one of my colleagues constantly tries to convince me to move into the new technology age on that!) Sad part III? All those great British magazines I need to download to be up to date in terms of gossip, cooking, history, country life, travelling and interior decorating.
  • My tea: favourite brand – M&S Earl Grey. Just opening one of those packages, with the bergamot infused tea bags is pure bliss. Preferably to be enjoyed on a lazy Sunday afternoon in real tea time fashion. (Apart from the loose leaves!) But I do pre-warm my china teapot, then put the tea bags in to develop the aroma before adding the hot water. One teaspoon of sugar in my cup and … enjoy! And I never forget what my aunt Do once told me, “Never stir more often than three times, don’t tap your spoon on the cup, don’t lick it, just carefully put it next to your cup! And always take up your cup with the saucer, taking one sip at a time!” Gosh, I miss her so much!
  • My toiletries: since the first time I entered “The Body Shop” I was hooked and it has led to a lifelong obsession. Wherever I see one I have to go in … which can be quite exhausting in a city like London where the density of Body Shops is still large. I can’t help myself. I love the smell, the products. And I’ve tried them all – Strawberry, Shea, Satsuma, Pink Grapefruit, Moringa, Virgin Mojito, Frosted plum, Vineyard peach, White musk, … and whenever there’s something new … guess who will have to get it as quickly as possible!?
  • My groceries I can’t live without: SPAM, Ovaltine Just add water, Horlicks Malted Drink, tea biscuits, scones, baked beans, …
  • My office breakfast: porridge! Earning a disgusted “Euw” from my colleagues whenever I prepare my oats with hot water, seasoned with raisins and honey. It’s funny, though, that porridge has made its way across the channel and is now fashionably available here in Germany too.
  • My paleness: sun is evil! Evil, evil, evil! Not going out without an SPF 50 sunblock, protected by my sun hat at times and my sun glasses, of course!
  • My vacations: well, I’m cosmopolitan of course. However, London is one of my favourite cities, feeling quite at home there. Definitely need to get back there soon for some power shopping!

Oops, bit much today! I could go on for at least double of that, but I guess you would be totally annoyed with me and stop reading. So I’ll just keep some of my British to me … and might continue another time!

 

I love to hate tennis

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A few years back I decided it would be time to start doing something for my fitness again. And I was thinking very hard which kinds of sports would suit me. Cause, let’s face it, apart from power shopping – which I can do endlessly, from early morning till late afternoon without a single break – I’m not the most sportive person. (And that’s an understatement!) So, I was thinking back to my childhood, being lucky enough to grow up in a place where a 15-minute-drive would take us to the mountains for skiing in winter and lakes for swimming in summer. I also played basketball, did ice skating, played tennis, did some jogging and biking, inline skating, tried squash and cross-country skiing (which I never got the hang of, by the way).

I loved skiing … but living in a part of Germany where the highest hill is 174.4 m above sea level … well, you do the math. The non-existence of snow might be another obstacle, though! So, skiing was out and only an option for winter vacation.

Skating in an indoor ice rink, going in circles and circles and circles? Hell no. I’m used to skating on frozen lakes, endless smooth ice, crisp air and mountains all around you. So, I had to scratch that too. Swimming? Yes to swimming in lakes and the sea … no to indoor swimming pools with kids jumping onto your head and little ones using it as a quick relief, too busy to go to the bathroom. Lakes are kind of scarce here too. So, another thing to scratch off my list.

Running around? Too exhausting. And I wouldn’t even know where to run since I still haven’t managed to explore the surrounding area where I live more extensively. And driving somewhere to run … that just doesn’t make sense to me. Since in my running days I basically just had to cross the street to run on secluded forest paths. So … another thing I decided was not for me.

Biking? Huh, that’s a definite option. Cause I hated it in Austria with all those hills and mountains. I prefer the cruising around in level country. Which is exactly where I live now. Flats, flats, flats. Now I just need to have the time to actually buy a bike …

Since you are not stupid and have read the title you already know what I chose: tennis, tennis, tennis! The advantage? I still had a racket – 20+ years old and my trainer was cursing it up and down cause he had to restring it which was a hellish job for him – and didn’t have to invest in anything. Cropped leggings, T-Shirt and my old tennis Reeboks and off I went to get back into it. Everyone I was and am playing with – including my trainer, who is just shaking his head in resignation – by now knows that A) I don’t want to play a double and matches, B) I don’t want to count, C) I don’t care about rules. All I want is to play and it doesn’t matter whether the tennis ball is bouncing around twice or three times or lands far out of the court. I just want to play once or twice a week, no pressure, no competition, just fun. Luckily, I found someone to play with who doesn’t care either and plays after my rules with no rules. And that’s really rare, looking at the other tennis players at my club. (Otherwise my trainer would be stuck with me forever and he has to suffer enough with my crappy backhand!)

Well, so much for my extremely busy sportive life … guess I should get back to some more power shopping too, don’t you think?

Trump

IMG_3966I have to! I have, I have, I have to! I can’t not write about him! I tried to keep my fingers still for more than a year! But I just can’t keep silent about him anymore! I don’t like this guy! I really don’t! I never did! Just looking at his pouty face and childish behaviour gives me the creeps because I’m so disgusted.

My first impression long, long before he became “POTUS”? No style, no manners, no respect towards other people. And every single day, again and again, he proves my initial impressions right. I love to be in the US, but right now? I wouldn’t set one foot there voluntarily because of HIM. Spoiling every joy and love I have for this country. Just imagining him and his awful family residing in the White House … makes me want to puke. And I bet George Washington is turning in his grave … and every other president after him.

Trump claims to have a higher IQ than anyone else? Yeah, right! Because only intelligent people would

1.)  Get out of climate deals because climate change doesn’t exist. How stupid of all those scientists. And all those extreme weather situations and natural catastrophes … they can’t be that bad either, right? What’s a little rain, hurricane, drought, fire, mud slide and snow? Could be much worse! It’s only bad if you can’t go there in high heels anymore! Isn’t that right, FLOTUS?

2.)  Alienate every single country. Not just those leaders who are already crazy on their own. All the other leaders who could once have been called allies as well have to deal with someone like him.

3.)  Wreak havoc all around the world as well as back home, on the verge of starting the one or other war, nuclear or economic, due to incredibly intelligent Twitter messages sent in the middle of the night from the presidential … throne.

4.)  Impoverish his people even more by cutting taxes for the rich, eliminating food stamps, cutting health care services and everything else that might help those who are struggling with two jobs to survive.

5.)  Disrespect everything and everyone! Women particularly. Then come journalists and everyone who might be in his way! Fake news? Please! The only one making fake news and lying his head off is Trump himself!

6.)  Manage to act so ridiculously unpredictable without any real knowledge of politics and the world news that no one is taking him seriously anymore anyway!

Well done, Mr. President! You certainly are making history! As the worst president of all times who has ever graced the White House! Trump! One word! As bad as it can get! This will be your legacy!

I am an old soul

I can hear you saying, „Please, don’t tell me you believe in reincarnation. That’s just plain stupid!”

Well, I do, kind of, but that’s another story. Although, now that you mention it, considering the fact that I’m the world’s greatest vintage and antiques lover I can’t deny the thought of having lived before – in other centuries and decades. Maybe I died young and couldn’t fully enjoy ancient Rome, the 18th, 19thcentury, the roaring 20s or the bombshell 50s.

And now I have the gruelling task of buying every single vintage gown available on the planet. With the space in my closets dwindling away, there probably can’t be any more vintage clothes around. Wrong! There are! And I’m constantly on the hunt. The internet has become my best friend and my favourite online stores already know me by name …

If you believe it or not but I do think about the reasons for my “old stuff” fascination. What could have influenced me? Or am I just crazy? Plain and simple? Thinking back to my childhood I guess everything started with one movie. I don’t know how much you know about Austrian history but until 1918 Austria had an emperor. The most important one Franz Josef until 1916 – his successor was insignificant, so I won’t even mention him – and his wife empress Elisabeth (Sisi), who was murdered in Geneva in 1898. A movie made in the 60s portraying the early and romanticized couple got me hooked immediately as a little girl. Those beautiful crinoline gowns – gosh, I wish I could go back in time and live there for some time … I even used to “make” my own crinoline dress using a hula hoop (every household had a hula hoop in the 80s), two pieces of string and a long wide blue-green-white checkered peasant skirt from my sister.

That my parents took me to Vienna to see the Schönbrunn Castle, where the emperor and empress had lived most of the time, and their hunting lodge in Bad Ischl, and the castles Neuschwanstein and Hohenschwangau of the empress’ crazy cousin King Ludwig II of Bavaria … well, that didn’t really help getting me off the hook when it came to everything that happened in the past centuries.

(Don’t even get me started on how much I love to listen to old stories from the 30s and 40s …)

Consequently, I even bored my classmates by holding presentations about my favourite Austrian empress.

So, that’s how it started and has become an obsession of mine over the years. But I’m not just a vintage clothes collector. On occasion, I also wear my vintage clothes, buy vintage style clothes like simple shift dresses, pencil skirts, dresses with flaring skirts and try to add some classic 50s or 60s style to my office outfits. Rest assured that if I took a trip on the Orient Express I’d be totally in 20s/30s style and Capri represents the 50s and 60s era … will keep you posted as soon as I manage to do these planned trips! Greetings from the old soul!!!

What is faith

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Religion: This is always a delicate topic to write about, particularly if it’s going public. But you should know by now that I don’t care what others think about me and I basically just write what I want to write about. That’s also why I can’t keep my cute mouth shut!

You might have realized by now that I’m not religious at all! I was raised as the daughter of a Catholic mother and a Protestant father! Catholic rules – as strict as they are in little Austrian towns – require that I had to be christened and brought up as a Catholic. Otherwise … who knows which disadvantages I would have had to face growing up. I went to church regularly on Sundays as a child (but only to receive the stickers for my school church going card), attended Catholic playgroups on Saturday, sang in the children’s choir … but well, let’s just say from the time I started to use my brain as a teenager I stopped.

I started to question everything and especially realized how selfish the Catholic church is. They condemn divorced women, refusing to give them communion. Or they rather let babies die than preventing them to be conceived in the first place. Anything wrong with this picture?

Then take celibacy! The terrible outcome? Priests abuse young boys and girls because nature’s just too strong! Or they have illegitimate children, never acknowledging them.

What’s so fascinating about religion and faith? Is it the fact that we all have to die at one point of our lives and we don’t want to land in hell? Speaking of which! Who was it again planting the hell-idea into our heads? Yes, right, it was THEM again! Those who murdered in the name of faith, even each other, forced Christianity onto anyone who didn’t want it but crossed their way … if you look at the history there’s murder, mayhem and betrayal written all over it.

Did you know that the first Christians had nothing in common with those from today? They were the heads of the community, took care of keeping peace amongst them. They didn’t have churches, they just met without all the pomp and regalia and then they went home to their wives and families. Yes, WIVES! FAMILIES! As the centuries evolved a few of them saw the potential … and it all came back to the ulterior and oldest motive in mankind: power and money! Wives? Orgies? Murder? No problem as long as the public believed they would be punished in afterlife if they didn’t buy themselves free. The crimes the Church committed over the centuries are unforgivable and their still medieval views made me steer clear of religion. And if other sects or Scientology thinks of approaching me to become their latest victim, think again! I’m not stupid! I know what you are after! Which again is World Domination and Money!!!

So, do you wonder where I stand personally if I’m not an active part of any religion? I do believe! I believe in a higher power, I believe that nothing really dies and that our energy will survive our bodies! I believe in love and tolerance!

Religion is as old as human mankind, in one way or another. And many many wars are and were fought because of it and in the name of religion! Wouldn’t the world be much more peaceful without it? Think about it!

I might not be the biggest fan of all kinds of religions, but I have to admit, the Christian institution has a few good points. I particularly admire all those nuns who are devoting their lives to others … Thanks, dear ladies, for giving up everything to do good!!!

The things that make me happy

Have you ever really thought about what makes you happy? Really thought about it? I have already allowed you glimpses in my posting “A nice one” where I remembered occasions that made me happy. But now I’d like to go a little deeper to make YOU think about the little things in life we should be thankful for because they give us some happiness on often dreadful days.

Someone once told me, in order to be happy in your relationship you need to be happy with yourself first! And this is one advice I try to follow, even though it’s not easy at times! Particularly when everything comes crashing down on you again and again and you just feel incredibly sorry for yourself, too often thinking of the things you missed out on in life, fearing you will never have what others have … and I’m not talking about material things.

All too often I have too much time on my hands, so I started thinking about the things that make ME happy. Just me. The little everyday things that make me happy and content.

Well, we’ve already covered that the sea makes me happy. Unfortunately, I’m not living close to the sea to get my daily dose of happiness. So, where do I pull my happiness and strength from then?

  • My comfort food: What’s better than a nice juicy burger? Ice cream? Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate? Whatever food makes you happy, don’t worry about calories on a bad day! Just get it and enjoy!
  • My Sunday afternoon tea time! (Yeah, I know, what a cliché and quite boring!) But I do enjoy a cup of steaming Earl Grey – no other kind of tea will do – and a slice of cake. (Or pastry or cookies or whatever else is available!) Sitting in my library chair in my library corner, cuddled up beneath a blanket, feet on my ottoman, candle burning, I enjoy my tea with a good mystery book.
  • My hot bath! With candles, without, with music, without … every bath makes me feel good!
  • My car! It’s white, it’s big, it’s British … my gorgeous Range Rover Evoque! Not the most sensible car choice – especially living in Germany, the country of the “best” cars in the world – but I still love it to pieces! Every time I see it I’m happy! My mood usually improves just by seeing it standing there … the pure imagination I had to switch to a VW Golf for a few days gives me the creeps … being thoroughly disgusted every time I would have to get into and actually drive it. I rest my case …
  • My friends! Talking to them on a regular basis, seeing them … being allowed to whine about stuff! That’s what I treasure about them, that they are here for me!
  • My shopping! I know, that’s one of those material things … but it does make me happy. Strolling around in town on a Saturday, having the time to have coffee somewhere … and I bet you agree that it makes each of us girls happy to find a treasure on sale! THAT’S happiness!
  • My planning! Yes, you are reading correctly! My planning! I’m happy when I can plan something! Organization is everything for me! I love my lists! I love planning! May it be a trip, the interior of my apartment, renovation, reorganizing my wardrobe … guess this will be a topic for a completely new article one day!
  • My flowers! M apartment is filled with plants and orchids – 63 in total – and still … occasionally I treat myself to a bunch of flowers: tulips, carnations, daffodils, lilies … and whenever I look at them they make me smile. (And now imagine how happy I were if I didn’t have to buy them myself!) Crazy? Probably! That’s the way I am!
  • My balcony chair! Come spring I’m out there on my terrace on the first sunny and warm days, covered with my large sun hat and in plenty of sunscreen from head to toe. Reading, listening to music, writing, thinking. And just love it! Forget me setting one foot outside again in summer, though. Yep, crazy me again not enjoying a large balcony like everyone else would!

Sooo, those are some more of the things that make me happy! What makes you happy? Just you?

How to be recognised as a tourist immediately

Being a tourist is the most exciting thing in the world! And since you are proud to be a tourist you should do everything in your power to keep up the appearance. Now, as the perfect tourist, there are a few things you should bear in mind:

  1. By all means, DON’T dress like you do in your hometown. Fashionable clothes are sooo out! White sneakers – they have to be white so that you’ll be seen from miles away – plus white socks are a MUST! Don’t forget the socks! They are very important! Or you’d just look like any other local! Shorts and colourful button down shirts you wouldn’t be caught dead in at home are important accessories too. (At least you’ve got a reason to finally wear those weird outfits you bought in a fit of craziness!)
  2. Wear hats! Baseball caps, sun hats, safari hats, visors … whatever! Preferably in funny designs and screaming colours to make it easier for others to spot you! You’ll need hats when you’re standing under the blazing summer sun, in the middle of a plaza, looking at monuments and statues displaying persons you’ve never even heard of!
  3. Use backpacks! They’re much easier to pick for local thieves than plain handbags or pouches! (Hey, after all they have to live too!)
  4. Act like the Asians! They ALWAYS have the best viewing places for making pictures. Just ram your elbows into your neighbours and push forwards, wriggling your cute self through the masses! Your reward? You’ll be up front with all the other knowledge eager tourists!
  5. Only eat at those restaurants your previously bought travel guide recommends. There you can get exactly that kind of food you are used to, since local food can be DANGEROUS! After all you don’t want to become homesick because you can’t get your Schnitzel or Currywurst, right?
  6. Always walk in the middle of the street! It annoys the hell out of locals and, let’s be honest, it’s fun!
  7. Wear cameras around your neck to signal you’re planning on taking pictures every few seconds and stop at the worst times possible!
  8. Never behave as if you were at home! Where is the fun in being a tourist if you can’t be a total jerk? Complaining about everything? Telling everyone that at home everything is much, much better!
  9. Do forget to apply sunscreen! A red face looks much more appealing than a white one! And you won’t be considered a “newbie” but someone who’s been on vacation for at least a couple of days!
  10. Buy souvenirs! You can be sure they are originals and will look good on your shelves at home! Besides, that way you can boast about all the places you’ve been to by displaying little Eiffel Towers, Rialto bridges, Towers of London, Acropolis, Stephansdoms, …

All I have to do now is wishing you wonderful holidays and lots of fun travelling abroad! Keep me posted on your experiences by following my good advice!

Wake me up, please!

Last night I had a dream! A bad dream! A very bad dream! I was back in Austria, back in the old days, my old life. It was Saturday and I had to get up early to go to work. As in tutoring children! For four hours without a break. Endless minutes that seemed to creep by. And me doing nothing else than explaining, explaining, explaining. The same grammar over and over again. Passive – Reported Speech – Passive – Reported Speech – Tenses – Tenses – Tenses. Neverending!

I wanted to scream, pull at my hair and then jump out of the window. (No, I’m not the suicidal type, don’t worry, but dreaming about those days certainly made me consider this option in my dream!)

Do you have any idea how boring and frustrating it is to always do the same stuff? Not once a year! Or twice! But at least dozens of times. Over and over again. Writing down signal words and use, giving out exercises, sitting next to the pupil, listening to the same mistakes hundreds of other kids had made before him/her. And me again reminding him/her of what I had just explained minutes before.

And there I was, stuck in my nightmare, in an endless loop of faces, constantly asking questions and getting the wrong answers, even though we had discussed exactly that shortly before. And worst of all? I always had to be friendly and patient, no matter how pissed off I was.

Yeah, I know, there are plenty of people who work on weekends. And believe me, I admire them for it! But nothing, absolutely nothing, can be as unfulfilling as tutoring kids. My time teaching was not all bad, of course! It was very gratifying to get the feedback that you were a good tutor, with your pupils being successful in their exams. And being a close-knit “family” with my fellow tutor colleagues. But doing it for more than 10 years, I was close to a full-blown burnout and dreaming of it … makes me wake up sweating, shivering and with a racing heart. Being incredibly relieved and happy that I have left my old life behind. And once again I realize how lucky I am in my “new life”. Being healthy, having a job I like, which is far from boring, working together with a great bunch of guys, living in a nice spacious apartment (with walk-in, every girl’s dream) and being able to travel and afford the one or other pair of shoes. Because … you never know how long you have and I intend to live life to its fullest.

I can’t believe I did it

And neither could some of my family members. And probably I’m not setting a good example! And very likely I’m about to receive your disappointed comments now! You’re wondering what I did?

Well, for those of you who have been following my blog it won’t come as a surprise. And you’ll start guessing right away whether it’s got something to do with politics, church or shopping.

Those who picked No 2 are right! I’m not sure whether I should drop the bombshell yet or let it sink in … oh, what the hell! (Which is where I’m probably going according to the conservative faithfuls out there!) I did it! Actually, I already did it a few years back. But I’m still happy about it! I dropped out of church! I’m confessionless and happy! A happy confessionless Austrian. It’s a relief, I can tell you! Getting rid of old baggage and starting a new life as an Ex-Catholic. And I’m dreaming … dreaming of an audience at the Vatican to meet the pope, I’m wearing a black Vivienne Westwood skirt suit and black high heeled Louboutins … curtseying gracefully and then just telling him with an angelic smile on my face, “I’m a happy confessionlessonista, recently dropped out!” And then just walk out of there swinging! Ahhh, wouldn’t that be nice? I bet no one has ever done that! The question is: are you being vetted before you’re granted an audience? Then I probably won’t get far! After all, well, in my rebellious student years I did write some not very nice letters to the bishop in Graz, Austria because I hated sending them written confirmations for me still being a student in order to avoid paying church tax!

But one can dream, right? Why I did it? Doesn’t it all come down to money in the end? I have no intention of supporting such an old-fashioned establishment with my church tax. And I have even less intention forking over a certain amount from my hard-earned wages every month here in Germany, where it is directly deducted from my pay check.

Don’t get me wrong, I like churches … for finding peace and looking at the architecture, but I’d rather donate some money directly to a building than pay the pope’s travels to underdeveloped countries so that he can rant a little more about those devilish condoms …

And there I go again! I could fill pages over pages with my second favourite topic, but since I’m running out of space at the speed of light – after all I’m trying to keep my postings at around 500 words and only overshoot this limit in absolute cases of emergency – I’ll have to stop now! But don’t you worry! I’ll be back, annoying you a little more … soon … very soon! Have a great weekend and good week ahead!