On eyesight and hindsight
My brother says hindsight is a wonderful thing. I think eyesight is better. Which doesn’t at all negate the wonderfulness of hindsight..
My brother says hindsight is a wonderful thing. I think eyesight is better. Which doesn’t at all negate the wonderfulness of hindsight..
Who designs these things??????
I have an exam on Saturday. Actually. That’s not true. I have 2 exams* on Saturday. The date’s been set for several months, but somehow I managed to ignore how fast time slips away when you’re not looking properly. A month ago I made a list of topics we’d covered, and topics we still needed […]
The girl I looked after when I first moved to Germany has just finished school. Not for good – she’s going back after the summer to do the German equivalent of A-Levels – but the compulsory part. When I first met her she’d just turned 6, and wasn’t due to start school for almost a […]
WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
I was finally forced to spend money on something I’ve been ignoring for a while…
Sometimes you just have to 🙂
Sometimes all you need is a couple of unplanned hours by yourself in a carpark to phone a friend. 🙂
Dear musicians, band managers and English-lyric writers, Please (PLEASE) help me. I have colleagues who listen to the radio. Even though there are several German bands, most of the music on the radio is currently sung in English. As the only “native-English-speaker” in the place, it’s my job to tell them what’s being sung. I […]
Good afternoon, and welcome to a brave new EU-free world…Just to recap: the UK has voted to leave the European Union in a result that came down to just 1.39m votes.
Holes punched on the wrong side of the page and therefore filed upside down.
Papers filed in chronological order, except when they aren’t
Apparently someone’s been counting something…
My bag is in the process of losing a strap, and I am in the process of coming to terms with the fact that I will need to mend it.
I spent a fair bit of the last few days reading my blog from the beginning.. I had forgotten just how much life I could (and apparently did) fit into my days, and still make time to write about it. I miss the old me.
It seems I don’t know how to party. (Especially when I don’t know anyone.)
That’s more embarrassing than I expected.