Ladies and gents, it’s with great pleasure that I announce you that an unbelievable number of people ended up on this blog last week searching for ”astracan” on Google, which is pretty scary, because I thought that astracan furs were stuff for 100 year old mummies, so I guess that

 1) astracan actually is the “new mink”

 or

2) there’s plenty of 100 years old grannies that surf on Google looking for astracan furs. 

Anyway there is something in the air today (as Phil Collins would have said) that makes people around me feel happy and makes me feel totally pissed.

- The sun rays transformed my french colleague J- who lately has been a little mellow because her boyfriend lives far away - in some kind of happy happy person that jumps all over the place and listens to happy happy music and speaks with a happy happy voice. I guess that if Teletubbies and Gremlins could couple, the result would sound very much like that.

- As I got in the office after my daily trip to the coffee machine, I found J and my other Tunisian colleague F talking about the names they’re going to give to their kids. Please note that none of them is pregnant. And there I am, starting to think that I’m turning into a man ( and not just a man,actually, I’d better say I’m turning in a NERD).  

This kid thing is starting to upset me. Last night I went with some friends to some other friend’s house. She lives with her husband and their one year old son right in front of Colosseum  in an ancient, awesome apartment. As I stood like an ass staring at the picture, I found myself telling ( pretty aloud): gee. this house is awesome. Too bad  that all that childish stuff spread everywhere hides the parquet.

Maybe I’m tuned on the Southern Hemisphere, so for me it’s almost autumn. Should check if when I flush the toilet water goes down clockwise.