I still don’t feel to well.

So another day with a shirt I wouldn’t want to wear in public.

It’s hanging among the grapes, when they weren’t ripe yet.

Now they’ve ripened blackbirds are trying to pick them.
I love the sight of it. Especially when they see me looking at them.

Somebody asked me: don’t you think that’s a waste? You could’ve eaten them yourself.

No, I prefer looking at the blackbirds trying to sneak them away.