||[Oct. 31st, 2006|06:07 pm]
So Germany was great, even if the 2 hour delay at Manchester Airport (five hours of my life, people! I want my time back)and the complimentary sandwich weren't. "Yuh carn'av beer. No beer allowed" said the rather simple catering lady, without then offering further information. I met a rather posh couple from Leeds, the Adel side, don't you know, who were travelling to a castle near Hameln for a wedding and a mother and her daughter travelling to see son/brother in the army in Germany. I correctly placed 'mother' in Shropshire, Telford, when I played my "Are you from..., by any chance?" game as I am occasionally wont to do. I also said "But I originally had hints of Wolverhampton" to which she replied, "Well, I grew up there, but I've lived in Telford for the past 19 years." Go me! If only I had a useful skill...|
I waved to piepmatz at Hanover train station and caught up with a very sleepy Anna at 1am...stupid stupid delayed train, had breakfast with her, Hanna and Pawel on the Saturday and then met up with Tobi. Frigging Nazis were in Goettingen again - Why? Why whenever I go? So there were 6000 police milling around,roads blocked and I think shops were shut, but in any case, I never found the time to go into town. Met Kermit's mum who gave me 10 packets cigarettes and some Schinkenspeck (which looks like a hunk of dried up raw meat - ugh!) which I duly gave to Kermit today in the pub. I saw Joe Pfaendner's new play in the ThOP and a lot of the usual suspects were there: Carola, Reinhardt - who thinks I come back to Germany so often because I have a lover, "who is perhaps Tobi" - idiot!, Angelika, Christoph Pfaendner, Matto (who directed the play, Marco, Peter, Ollie and a few more of Tobi's mates. Then I met up with Sarah in the P-Cafe for brunch on Sunday and we ate ourselves silly for only €9 each, including coffee, orange juice, bread rolls, croissants, fruit salad, quark, caemembert, smoked salmon...Lecker! Then Tobi's play in the afternoon which was just brilliant. (I have to write an "art" review for my creative writing class, so I'll probably post the play review here at some stage.) I also briefly saw Kerstin, who has a little baby nephew. And Emily (the guinea pig) is now fully grown and is making a career out of hassling Andro, who looked a bit dishevelled and OAP-like.
This was all lovely but I'm now a little behind with work. Next week, I'm going for a blood test which will tell me whether I have an underactive thyroid or not. On the one hand, obviously I don't want to be diagnosed with this condition, which my mum has to take daily medication for, because it is pretty unpleasant and you put weight on and can't lose it and get tired all the time and stuff. This is why I've been putting off taking the test. On the other hand, I've been feeling increasingly slow, absent minded, "out of it" and forgetful of late and I'm starting to think about it a lot (in a bit of a hypochondriac sense, perhaps) and it's bothering me - so I do want to know if there is something wrong, or if I'm just being repeatedly slapped with the dozy stick, or if it's the weather, or the fact that I've stopped jogging or something. Ah well. We shall see.
I bumped into Andrew Plowman at the railings outside Law Building this evening, after going bra shopping with forthwritten and madjackal2k (Well, they shopped and I window shopped but the good news is that The Turbo Black Sports Bra thing is back) and we had a conversation about cycling in Liverpool and lamented the amount of broken glass on the back streets. He gets kudos for going down Smithdown Road. I told him I wasn't quite advanced enough for that yet, but he seemed rather pleased with "At least you've got lights, which is better than most people round here." He then warned me to "be careful" when I revealed my lack of cycle helmet. Bless!