On a platform strewn with confetti hearts

I missed what happened, I just saw the aftermath – a million (more or less) shiny red hearts. I don’t know why they were there, but it made an otherwise unmemorable platform a little bit more special. Do people get engaged on platforms of busy stations? Married? Set off on their honeymoon? Are some people […]

On catfish and other sites

DB says we can’t have a cat. He didn’t say anything about catfish. I now have 18 – and counting 🙂 *** On the grounds that I am liable to become boring for most readers who don’t like fish, I’m going to put future posts about fish onto their own site. Here are some pictures […]

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On winter flowers

I don’t know many plants that flower in winter, in my head none had big poofy blooms. Then I accompanied DB on a work trip, calling in at his workshop en route. I am now better educated. Trees do blossom in January. Especially mostly neglected trees kept in corridors. This particular corridor is only marginally […]

On coming home

I flew home* on Saturday. I landed, and was presented with two of my favourite things: Chocolate (which they handed out on the plane as we got off) and Snow (which you can barely see in my blurry photo). Isn’t that awesome? It was even more awesome the next day. Tthere was enough to make […]

On death by chocolate

This doesn’t look like much, until you realise that the plate is about 40 cm long…… Three layers of thick chocolate cream, and a cheesecake-style base. Plus chocolate ice cream and a strawberry. And the most strawberryesque sauce ever. I have never been so full!

On searching for sunglasses

I bought two pairs of sunglasses in England last time I was there. For Autumn in Germany they were fine. However. They’re no match for the Spanish/Canaries sun. Especially when my pupil right is artificially kept wide open (far wider than if I’m trying to see something in the dark) by the eye drops. The […]

On flying [semi-]blind

The roads were as good as empty, which can’t be said of the airport. ‘Bustling’ doesn’t cut it, neither does ‘popular’ or ‘thriving’. Jam-packed is closer to the truth, but doesn’t imply the 30+ minute queues, just to get into the queue to check hold luggage in.

On bright lights (and hospital beds)

Sometimes, I think I should just stop making plans. I mean, I know they never work out the way I intended them to, so I could save myself the bother of making them in the first place. Also, maybe God would stop laughing at them/me. *** This year, the company I work for closes between […]