This is from a German blog and I translate it into (British English) to make sense. Into which direction is the bus going, which you see above, to the left or to the right? Look carefully and think!

90% of nursery school children asked gave the following answer: of course it is going to the right! Why? Well, if it were going to the left you would see the doors of the bus!

via: StoiBär

Calf’s Liver Berlin Style with Mashed Potatoes

For the mashed potatoes use floury-cooking potatoes and boil them in salted water with two peeled cloves of garlic, mash them with some butter and milk, flavour with Crème Fraîche, some sour creme, mustard and nutmeg if you like until the texture is to your liking.

In parallel remove the pits from 2 apples (Belle de Boskoop or similar) and slice them, additionally cut two medium sized onions into slices (rings). Cook them in a pan until the onions get soft (without browning). Keep warm.

Fry the liver on both sides in a mixture of oil and butter until still soft but cooked. Pepper it and if need is use some salt.

Serve!

Since Friday evening, Buddy has been added to our household, a mixture between a Persian and a Chartreux. We “ordered” him, when Linus still had disappeared, and therefore we now have 3 tomcats.

Hanna thinks that Buddy is ugly, but it is true that he has got more of a Persian cat, a type of animal we never wanted to have. But he seems quite bright and very adventurous. While Linus and Smokie had hidden themselves for days, he at once started to explore the flat.

By the way, Linus is trying to bully him while Smokie does not know what to think of him.

After six weeks of absence we had given up on him, yes, that was the case. On Sunday evening we got a call just before midnight, we were in bed already. Someone told us that they had found our tomcat. Hastily we put on some clothes, fetched the cats’ basket and rang the bell about 500m and two streets away.

Of course we had our doubts, there were calls before when Hann and/or I went out, but it never was Linus. But this time it was true, we had found Linus. A nice young man had picked him up in front of our house about a week before because he cried miserably. Where he spent the five weeks before that, we will probably never know. Maybe he spent some time elsewhere, maybe he went on his hosts nerve as he really is able to cry quite enervingly.

Now we just need to find our lost oleander and our family would be complete again!