Diary

I was about to call the 24-hour pipe-cleaning emergency service. Emergency pipe-cleaning service, what a word. Something like that only exists in the German language.

I don't need to see the mirror image on my computer of three people chipping away at my neck and stuffing one bloody swab after another on it.

I think, therefore I am. But you make mistakes when you think. To err is human.

You have to wade through intimidation, threats, self-promotion, click on the wrong "Next" button because it is sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right and changes colour.

Family only. How I'm doing, what's happening in my life, what's on my mind.

Applicable law. Because we believe we have the God-given right to our God-damned breakfast egg. Or what.

Page views: 897 A lot has happened. But really a lot. I often have a lot to tell, but today is really out of the ordinary. I won't even try to be brief. That would be hopeless. Old Swiss, that's beyond the pale. I'll come back to that at the end. The cowhide and the Swiss. But fun...

We'll have a little game with fun and a surprise. I'll give you a month to do it. Crazy? Maybe. But sustainable. And that's what counts.

Team management may not. Departmental management cannot. The PDL only parrots what the management says. The best conditions.

Despite an energy requirement of approx. 40 kcal/kg body mass, no products whose production requires animals to suffer. No soya, no palm oil, no dairy products anyway.