For dogs one spot is the chest between the front legs as well, they really can’t reach it themselves. It’s quite amusing how they just lean on your scratching hand, eyes rolling back

Not to worry, I’m convinced you’re a good fren everyone wants to hang out with. Goblin-ness not mandatory.

There’s also an audio file for gekkering but that’s the pronunciation for the word, not the actual example…

Sisu and Luhka look like laikas but I don’t know enough about dog breeds

But do you pile and hoard stuff, do you like to sit in a mound of blankets, do you eat stuff indiscriminately? All of that matters…

I have not owned or worn sweatpants for three decades but everything else applies to me. Am I unknowingly a goblin?

Apparently you can even make meringue with it. Haven’t tried that but I often make mayonnaise with aquafaba.

Tell that to cycling phone snatchers in London

No need to apologise, we all have brain farts sometimes. And akshully, duchess potatoes are baked and so are your balls, so there’s a crossover after all. It’s all looking great!

I’m curious, where’s the crossover between duchess potato and falafel? Totally different recipes and methods

All over it, non native English speaker who loves chocolate

Chocolate fudge pudding pie… that’s a dessert that just keeps on giving, I’d be so over that

My friend is French, his wife Portuguese, they live in England with their two children. When all together, they all speak English with each other. When the kids are with one parent, the speak that language. In the park with father, French. Baking with mother, Portuguese. Bedtime stories are in the language of the parent reading. Kids switch between languages easily and understand what to speak with whom. Effortless trilingual.

Another friend moved country with her husband and had three kids. Home language was always mother tongue, both my friends had fairly bad English. Everything outside parents is in English for the kids - media, school, anyone outside the household. Again, the switch for the kids is really easy, they are fluent and have no accent in both languages.

The temperatures are intuitive for me because Celsius is all I’ve known. The car going 60km/h or 100km/ h I know the difference and how it feels sitting in the car. The speed of wind in the forecast needs to be m/s to make any sense. Over 20 m/s I better tape the windows so that the storm won’t break them

14 years ago when I was still relatively young and liked clubbing, a song popped up and swept all the playlists in my country. Clubs, radio stations, you name it. Catchy French song. It came and went so fast that I didn’t manage to memorise it. That was long before I even dreamed of having a smartphone. When I moved to UK a year later, nobody had any idea what song I’m trying to describe, like they never heard it.

Probably around 8 years ago I was roaming the streets of Porto with my ex, and a shop we passed had the song blasting from the speakers. Praise the smartphones, I used ‘what’s the song’ app and et voila: Stromae - alors on danse

Nacho awakens cute aggression in me. I want to smoosh those cheeks with my thumbs while babbling nonsense like: who’s the pretty boy, cutie pie, mwah-mwah-mwah!

I for one am very happy to have a daily Kitty in my feed. Please don’t stop

On the first photo Silas is probably standing in front of a blooming bush but I want to think he’s wearing a birthday wreath

No siree