Achtung!

Well, news hot off the press… our finance director is German! Imagine. Apparently according to my ever-eating colleague he doesn’t look German. I asked what Germans look like (useful if we’re ever at war with them again in case they try and sneak up on us). She didn’t actually know what Germans looked like per se, but did say that she been out with Germans (all of them?). Furthermore, she went on to add that there are some nice Germans out there. Which put my mind at ease – nice people don’t tend to start wars…

I do question how interesting people’s lives are if information that a work colleague is of foreign extraction seems to make them somehow more interesting and exotic. We live in London; there are lots of people from lots of places…

I was possessed by Kim and Aggie last night because I went home and did lots of housework, finally collapsing on the sofa to enjoy a light supper and a spot of Murder, She Wrote. And although I was pooped afterwards, I slept really well (probably because I wasn’t slumped in front of the TV all evening) so I might try and do some gardening tonight.

We have a new cleaner starting on Friday. She seems lovely and has already confessed to liking things in a straight line. I didn’t so much interview her as she gave me a potted, but still very detailed, biography of her life. I think she’s going to work out just fine…

Right a strong cup of coffee and then it’s back to the grind – not long before I can head home and plant some bulbs!

All growed up...

We’ve just opened a joint account and a savings account… how mature are we! Apart from that and interviewing a new cleaner (dishevelment is beginning to be the rule rather than the exception in this house…) we’ve done very little else and in fact if it were not for the interview, I would still be in PJs.

We’re off to a friend’s wedding party tonight but won’t be able to stay long. There is a reason for my inactivity – my knees are really bad as mentioned in a previous blog. I should be resting all weekend. But we didn’t get to go to their wedding (it was overseas) and we are very fond of them so it will be nice to go and have a celebratory drink. Although – grrrr – their wedding present hasn’t turned up yet.

So I need to eat, iron a pair of trousers and get ready. The sudden rush of activity is a little disconcerting but I'm sure I'll bear up under the strain of it all...

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