That was a day, when a relieving thought came into her mind. She finally managed to get rid of every little thing, that could remind something about him. In the meantime (just after the bath) she slowly and with gently aimed move slid already melting block of  beeswax more into the middle of metal bowl with a silver spoon which had a writing on it – it told “To Jack, with love from Grandma & Grandpa”.


..i would’ve never thought that a blog may require some repairs, refits & refreshments.. just as it was to be your very own home, which sometimes needs to be prepared for unexpected guests. Well, for me this ain’t look like blog anymore, just some a private stash stuffed with tiny crumbs to be linked-in-‘n-quit – that would be closer.

Like Oscar Wilde once said:

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.