I have been absent awhile.... having experienced some extreme trauma in our recent trip to Croatia
It was a very long day, I had hiked all over the countryside just outside Zagreb in a small village named Samodor. I needed a drink, no doubt about that but my lady had other ideas. You see.... there was a renowned sorceress living on the outskirts of the town and she insisted on visiting her..... with me in tow.
I take it you have heard the saying 'Like a lamb to the slaughter'? Well, that was me. On arrival she bade me sit outside as she wanted to have her first interview without me.... discussing 'feminine' stuff!
Let us take a step back first. On many occasions over the years my petite wife had told me I was 'too big'. Being a man I merely grinned and puffed out my chest.... doing a classical male misinterpretation of the facts.
Well after thirty minutes of waiting in the company of swinging dried monkey paws and shrivelled baboon heads my good lady called me inside. When my eyes adjusted to the gloom I saw this striking woman sitting cross legged on the floor, my lady opposite her with an empty tumbler in front of her. She patted the floor next to her and asked me to sit with her, telling me that I was to drink a potion which she herself had already consumed and the effect would be enormous vitality and longevity. Now I can tell you.... me and beautiful women, I am putty in their hands so it was not a hardship leaning over and taking the chalice from her outstretched hand, ensuring a gentle caress of my fingers against hers. Her mouth twitched with the hint of a smile which made my heart start beating rather rapidly.
With a grin of bravado I tossed the liquid down my throat hardly tasting it..... and then my eyes wiggled like jelly in a rubber bowl and my breath just sucked out of my lungs. Suddenly I found I was looking up at my good ladies armpits and above that in the distance was my lady smiling down at me. She looked pleased as punch
My new size as arranged by my lady .... now 'ex' lady.....just keep reading
Once I realised what had happened I was gobsmacked, gutted and distraught. My tiny tenor voice hardly reached the two womens ears but my lady did stand up and hold out her hand for me. I struggled to my feet and slunk out the room with nary a backwards glance.
Streets of Zagreb
Size does NOT matter I told myself, again and again whilst plotting my revenge. 
I did not have long to wait.
Visiting a museum in the heart of Zagreb was I took my revenge whilst standing on an exhibit of Madam Guillotine's invention.
shlinnngggg....KERTHUNK
Traitor on a plater
Some other fun was had at the Museum of Illusions ....
Too many of those beers I was talking about earlier
When looking at this from front on one only sees a blank dark piece of glass. This is really eerie but striking.
Now which is my best side?
Definitely enough of me to go around {grin}
This was a fun place to visit and I recommend it highly if you have an hour or two on your hands whilst in Zagreb.
Thanks for reading.