Do you know

this feeling, when people talk about all the bad things in the world, that could or can or will happen? And you know, you will not be sleeping that night, because you will worry about all these things?
I had one of these days and I hate them. When there are bad things, that you can work against or when you can at least be active in some form or other, than that is o.k., but nebulous things, where you do not know, what to do.... horrible.

I have a real hart time sleeping with these things and they don't have to be major even, I am a worrier. O.k., so that may be a sign, or one of them, that I might be a genius, but a dead genius is still dead.

It is not even death, that I am afraid of, it is dying, being powerless, seeing other people in pain and worried and if I go on like this, I will certainly not sleep until I am dead. Since I have - as a child - decided, that I will reach the age of 97, or 96 at least, that is a long time of no sleep.

So: it is Sunday, why else would I write here and this Sunday is the last before my re-entering the work-forces tomorrow. It will be a lot to take in and a lot to
do and certainly a lot of things, that have gone wrong, but that's always the way with time out of work and funnily I stopped worrying at least about these things.

What did I do with my holiday? Springcleaning, sleeping, reading, knitting, sleeping, eating, shopping, watching YouTube-Videos, playing, did I mention sleeping? :-) Yes, I am sure I did.

It certainly was a very relaxing holiday and I enjoyed it very much. Doing nothing much and just being. Just being calm and relaxed

A bit like this... I just wish, I could always be that relaxed... :)

Cheerio and a good and lovely new week!

Remember, You're a Womble

https://youtu.be/6FhKNBV5FTU

Now the Wombles were a group of furry people, living beneath Wimbledon common and cleaning up the world around them. They were really funny and still you could learn a lot about the environment. So it was learning with fun.

I just loved them and I think, I watched every last part of it. It was great fun.

The wombles themselves were: 

Great Uncle Bulgaria Coburg Womble, Tobermory, Madame Cholet, Orinoco, Bungo, Tomsk, Wellington, Alderney, Shansi, Stepney, Cairngorm McWomble the Terrible, Obidos, Nanny Alexandria, Livingstone (the only one, who is not named, after a place, as he can't remember the choice he made at the time),

Moosonee and Hoboken.

Wombles choose their names from an atlas or a streetmap, when they come of age but obviously, they sometimes forget their names.

Their main job is, to clean around them and make the world a better place, but they still find a lot of time to make mischief and have a lot of fun. The have fun cleaning up as well.

You can find more and better information about the wombles on this website:

http://www.tidybag.uk/information/whos-who-in-the-wombles/

On this site I found out, that there was a 1990ies version of the Wombles, so some of the names maybe from the new series. But still, it was a great show and it may well be the reason, why I fell instantly in love with Wombats, when first I learned about their existence, which certainly wasn't before the 90ies and it was not from the 90ies version. Some unknown inner connection from past and present, I'd call it.

If you can get hold of it: watch it: the parts are really short and so won't tax short-term-concentration, but there is a lot of fun in it.