Vint-i-novè de gener de dos-mil-divuit ...

Today is Monday, the 29th of January 2018.

Welcome to the last week of January of year Two-Thousand-Eighteen. This is the last January of the year. And it is the last year Two-Thousand-Eighteen forever. When it's gone it will never come back again. Seize the day.

Think about it …

ម្ភៃប្រាំពីរនៃខែមករាពីរពាន់ - ដប់ប្រាំបី ...

Today is Saturday, the 27th of January 2018.

I walked along the Darkside Park the other day. Do you remember the spot and the bronze statue where Bromford's last polar bear was bludgeoned and slained with a stick all these years ago?

The snow is gone now except some dirty grey heaps on the muddy meadows. They used to be big, funny, fat and round snowmen with smiling faces that children and parents made of giant snowballs, sticks and stones and pieces of charcoal.

But they are skeletons now, scary melting heaps of grey, spikey matter with long, dark sunken eye sockets like black holes starring at you and following everywhere.

I walked faster trying to avoid their looks.

They should be gone by now leaving only scattered sticks and stones and charcoal pieces on the wet ground. But they are still giving me the creeps…

Where have all the snowmen gone?

Жылдын эки-саны-сегиз жыйырма биринчи ...

Today is Sunday, the 21st of January 2018. Three weeks into the new year already…

The simulation is over. Time to close the door to the roof deck. The storm has gone by but there is still snow. When does a storm become an orcan? Is this even an English word? What about twisters and tornadoes?

We have plenty of matches in our house. Right and left shoes. Socks. Sometimes twins are a perfect match. What about attracting opposites? Why do socks fit your right foot on one day and your left foot on the other? And why do shoes not? And what about hurricanes?

Weekend's almost over. Time to put my week-face on.

And Kylo Ren is bus-driver now.

And hey, he's called like the town, too…

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 1

Today is Thursday, the 18th of January 2018.

I begged for it. I cried for it. There is snow. There is storm. There is snow-storm. Or is it still part of the simulation: How to cope with catastophies? The world will end on a Thursday. Believe me...

But I have got another plan. I cannot stop searching for songs about towns and cities I can disguise as songs about my hometown Bromford. And whoever can guess the real name of the town or city will gain... my permanent appreciation.

Let the games begin. Let the quiz begin. Isn't the whole life a quiz? Did it ever stop? It is still chilly and snowy and rainy and stormy and... it's winter, folks and llamas.

WINTER IS HERE ...

"Bromford Sunset"

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling

Flowing into the night

People so busy, make me feel dizzy

Taxi light shines so bright

But I don't need no friends

As long as I gaze on Bromford sunset

I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window

But chilly, chilly is the evening time

Bromford sunset's fine

Terry meets Julie, Bromford Station

Every Friday night

But I am so lazy, don't want to wander

I stay at home at night

But I don't feel afraid

Whenever I gaze on Bromford sunset

I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window

But chilly, chilly is the evening time

Bromford sunset's fine

Millions of people swarming like flies 'round Bromford underground

But Terry and Julie cross over the river

Where they feel safe and sound

And they don't need no friends

As long as they gaze on Bromford sunset

They are in paradise

Bromford sunset's fine
Bromford sunset's fine
Bromford sunset's fine...
  

1 월 16 일 2 천 1 천 8 ...

Today is Tuesday, the 16th of January 2018. No more no less...

I am still in the simulation. Must be, because I am still standing on my roof deck and no time has passed. It's a chilly winter evening but now snow. Thank goodness, it's not a chili evening. Pun intended? Shouldn't do puns in a language that's not my mother's tongue. I keep my mother's tongue and my father's eyes in a jar by my bed. Bad puns. Bad jokes ...

I am holding the railing and remembrance is aching my head. The island's name is Kirren Island. Kirren Island the former prison in the Bromford bay, now home of the ' North Cothelstone Hall' hotel. Owners are Lady Hesketh-Fortescue and her son Meredith Hesketh-Fortescue. His fiancé Priscilla Molesworth, the cousin of Lord Molesworth-Houghton, husband of her middlest daughter Gwyneth Molesworth, who are owners of the 'Middle Fritham' hotel in Nether Addlethorpe. Her eldest son from her first marriage Jasper Fetherston and his wife Amelie Hollingworth run 'Thrumpton Castle' in South Thoresby. And – is it the third or the fourth hotel or inn in this enumeration? – the house in North Thurston where her sister-in-law Lucinda Satterthwaite and her permanent groom Thomas Thatcham live and work.

Did I establish that Kirren Island once used to be a prison island? Like Azkatraz? Or maybe the prison's name really was Azkatraz? Or still is?

This simulation sucks and hurts my brain.

Time for some nettle tea… Or some coffee?

Dolores, where have you gone?

Cunsigliu di ghjennaghju dui mila divuit ...

Today is Friday, the 12th of January 2018.

Do a simulation first...

Pope Benedict wrote a book. But did Pope Benedict?

Did you ever come back from that woman's state of mind?

They are totally fine.

Did you ever see that three time part episode? Did you ever see whatever and some back for good from wherever you are or where you wanted to be. Do a simulation and come back for good. It is itching and scratching and I still don't know where to put or to take this all from here or to. Your are talking extremely rubbish...

Stop scratching!

I know old wounds can be itchy and scratchy but they will never heal when you keep going on.

Osma od siječnja dvije tisuće osamnaest ...

Today is Monday, the 8th of January 2018.

It's all a matter of habit. Bad habits...
Sometimes it's not enough to travel...
Sometimes you have to arrive somewhere...

Humility is the whatever of humanity...
Don't disgrace yourself. Be yourself but be humble...

Uuuhhh...
Grindy society passionate...
Buuhhh...
Public vote record, I sing...
We talked to a lot of people...

She did what she did...
New problem...
Nobody is going to believe me...
I am better now. I'm healthier and happier...

BE HAPPY!
Is that an order?
I cannot believe it...
I gotta say...

Di hefteya du-hezar-heştan de ...

Today is Sunday, the 7th of January 2018.

How can you tell it's time to wake up?

When your father is sending smoke signals without being a Native American ...

When you are kissing the princess without being prince charming ...

When you don't know how to end this post without getting too cheesy ...

ຄັ້ງທີສອງຂອງເດືອນມັງກອນສອງພັນສິບແປດ ...

Today is Tuesday, the 2nd of January 2018.

Hey Folks and Llamas,

looks like we arrived successfully in 2018. No deformations? No permanent damages? We survived Christmas. We survived family. And we will survive the next 365 days – if the Force is lucky and with us just somehow. JSS – Just survive somehow. A whole new year, new joy, new fun.

Winter is here to stay but without snowy landscapes at the moment – at least here in the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

Wind is blowing around my cold nose here on my roof terrace. My eyes are following the river to the grey waters of the ocean leaving Bromford Bridge behind passing the harbour buildings losing themselves at a point in the misty air where a small island must be. That island hosted a prison once and is the location of a small but distinguished hotel nowadays.

I try hard to remember the name of the owner of that hotel. Wasn't there some sort of adventure the Llama and I had in that hotel on the bay island some time ago? I have to try to remember to write down things like that to be able to remember things like that.

Ir called earlier today. She's back in town and tries to get back in contact. Maybe we should meet in that restaurant of that hotel on that island in the bay.

If only I could remember all those names...

Oh yes, this is gonna be a good year.