Could not sleep last night and had a little idea for a nice concept for a good friend (my wife can also be a good friend of mine, right?) who is always on the go, with her work, with the household, with her (herbs) garden and the health of others, but forgets herself sometimes a bit.
She is always so busy and getting so much done, in such a short time that to me it is like sorcery. I call her among other things therefore affectionately: “my little white witch” and that’s an additional effective pet name, because she has just got a new white broomstick where she races through the countryside. Anyway, the concept is as follows:
We live literally in and on clay. It is that fat blue clay you normally would find when you dig deep. Well clay has a healing effect. Yes, you didn’t know that eh? I actually did not and have therefore
fabricated googled for applications of clay.
Anyway so the idea is that she will produce those clay clods “bonkjes”, with a hole in it for a little bit of water, (which I have so learned on craft classes, for otherwise it will dry out too much), does her magic thing to them and sends the “bonkjes” well packed in a cigar box (*) for example to everyone whose heart beats faster at the thought of the real Grunnegse clay and… cash out.
The target group is yet to be specified, but how about all those people who have emigrated overseas, who miss the home country and will be excited with the possibility of the feel, smell and ok everything goes, taste of their homeland.
And who knows it may help against stubborn smelly feet or ingrown nose hair or “stiff brochelbak” (strange, this common understanding is not interpreted by my translation software) or … Well, who can say what that Wonder Stuff is able to.
Yes, yes that is not such a crazy idea at all, I think I get up more often at 02:00 …
(*) Crap, I have to start smoking cigars like a chimney again to get sufficient packaging material, ah well …