During the past 2 days I’ve made several discoveries which more than make up for the horrific week I’ve had.
1) I don’t need to get the tv in my room working in order to gammeln with my flatmate on a Sunday and watch Tatort – we can simply stream it online. (Yes, for someone who can be technologically-minded at times, this has taken a while to occur to me)
For those of you who don’t know, Tatort is one of Germany’s longest running crime series, (it started in 1970) with each Bundesland having it’s own characters and plotlines. From what I’ve understood, it’s a proper “sit down with the family on a Sunday evening and watch it together” affair. It kind of seems like the German version of Eastenders, in that it seems to popular with the masses. In which case that says a lot about British society and the vast contrast between the 2 countries, but I don’t think I’m going to go there in this post…
2) Amazon.de is surprisingly efficient. Jokes about the German national stereotype aside, I was genuinely impressed with the fact that I ordered my 1Tb external harddrive yesterday at 3:30pm (work is always so busy on Fridays) and it arrived this morning via grouchy courrier. Cue strange crooning noises and me referring to it as my child. Doriane has now decided to call me “Beek”. (Becca + geek)
3) Said external harddrive is called a “passport” because it’s reported to be the same size. They weren’t kidding:
4) When coming back at stupid o’clock from the pub with Doriane and Cathrin, making “shussshhhh” noises followed by a Gollum impression is not the way to avoid waking our sleeping flatmate.
5)Never, EVER let Herr Ben le Magnifique persuade me to do anything on the basis that it counts towards “personal development”. I do not call being strapped in to a small heap of metal and whizzing around upside down and all over the place at high speeds and heights “personal development”. Even if it did give me an excuse to hurl abuse at Ben for the entire duration.
6) But what has really made my week, is the discovery today of somewhere in Munich which SELLS BOMBAY SAPPHIRE. Yes, it requires bold font and capitals. You have no idea how long I have been searching for this stuff. None of this Gordon’s Gin business, thank you very much. I’m not a heavy drinker. In fact, I seldom enjoy drinking alcohol, so I am completely baffled by the sudden improvement in my mood. Not that I’m complaining, mind.
Life seems somewhat better than it did at the beginning of the week: Monday is Feiertag (Bank holiday), I now have Bombay Sapphire in the kitchen, tomorrow I’m cooking a roast and I can finally start learning the Yiddish I need for this Fortsetzungskurs.
Oh, and I don’t have to get up at 6am for the next 2 days either.