Haven't seen him for weeks, but I know his human servants, lol. He is still around, they say.
Bella does not stay outside for long in the cold. Understandable. I would do the same if I had no warm shoes.

You just need good shoes. And no sudden movements.

Funny thing today. I was in the supermarket when I suddenly heard a cat
meowing very noisy. Sounded almost exactly like my cat. I looked up, asked "Katze?" (Cat) and found a baby in a shopping cart staring at me and crying "MEOW MEOW...!!!" I had to laugh very hard and the parents looked at me irritated. 
It sounded like a very loud and grumpy cat.

Edit: We throw gravel on the sidewalks after removing most of the snow. So one can walk without slipping.

Hi there! 

... and yes, it really has to be written with 3f, because of a change in orthography in 1998 or 1999 to make the spelling easier.  No joke. I don't think it is easier, just different. That got a lot of people confused, so they still are not sure how to spell certain words.

My kids will be at home at least until midFebruary. At the moment I am with my first grader learning new letters and grammar. The teacher has made a plan for each day of the week. Today I learned something new to me, too. LOL. I admit, most of the time I didn't pay much attention to grammar in school. I just did it by feel. I still do. I was surprised there actually was a rule about the h in words. I always assumed you just had to know when to use it and when not. Because there are exceptions, of course. But there are rules, when to make an exception.
After that we'll be doing maths.

The other kid has online lessons.

I understand herbs. But I'm surprised that some people find mould appetizing. I mean, I'd take penicillin as an injection, but ingesting mould sounds like a generally bad idea to me. No offense Regen

None taken 
I only started eating those in my mid-twenties. Before that I found them disgusting. The only cheese with mould I ate was Camembert, where it is only outside and not in the cheese. And it doesn't taste mouldy. Actually it was my father in law. He brought those cheeses when he visited. He always stayed at least one night. So I was confronted with blue cheese in the morning. As he brought the cheese for everyone it would have been impolite not to eat at least a little bit. So I did it, but put an awful lot of pepper onto the cheese, in the hope that the pepper burn would overlay the mouldy taste. And I was surprised that I actually liked it.

Something similar happened with my dislike of yoghurt. The story is a bit disgusting so brace yourself:

As a child I ate yoghurt until one of my cousins vomited into his. My mother removed the vomit and he insisted on eating the rest, well, because I think he was always hungry and it was the last one my mother had.
After that I couldn't bring myself to eat yoghurt for many years. 
Until I was on vacation on Crete. We were taken to a farmer who made yoghurt of goat milk. It was served with honey. I ate a small portion to be polite and after that I started to like yoghurt again.


I can have fresh milk, if I like. There is a farmer in the village who sells some.

Gouda here is sold in three age groups. Though mostly you find two: young and middle aged. We always take the middle aged one.
My husband calls it Knight Gouda, LOL. Because of the middle ages.

LOL. With all this talk about cheese, I had to think about this hilarious Buffy episode, where they are all in some sort of disturbing dream sequences and everywhere you suddenly see this weird guy with the cheese slices asking if they want some.
I think it's the one in which they meet the first slayer, but I'm not sure.