Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Ich bin mude (I'm tired)
I am positively knackered. Had another day of meetings with Orest on Tuesday which went well. As I was away from the desk for two days I have spent most of the day today sifting through my inbox.
Went to Roxy cinema in Nuremberg last night to watch Superman. Almost three hours of my life I will never get back. And I had to pay more because it was so long! Even super efficient German Christian had not planned our return leg for really late at night so we had to wait for an hour at the station until 1am. One was not amused.
Just when I thought I there were no further obstacles between myself, my bed and the land of slumber, a drunk guy collapsed in front of us outside the Wohnheim. Christian and I helped him up though it was obvious when he fell straight back into the road that he was not going to make it home unaided. As we escorted him down the street to his flat he slurred that he could speak every language in the world. I doubt his English was up to scratch or he would have commented on the curses which flowed freely from my yawning mouth.
It seemed like I been asleep for no more than 10 minutes when my alarm woke me this morning, extra early as I had an appointment with the Krankenmasseur before work. Made it through the day fuelled by caffeine.
Just listening to Rovers play Everton, the first time in a few years that I am not at Ewood Park for the game so sod's law states we'll win! Had a good first half anyway, I'm about to bite my fingernails through the second 45 minutes. I am so looking forward to collapsing into my bed tonight with a horlicks. Rock and Roll!
Went to Roxy cinema in Nuremberg last night to watch Superman. Almost three hours of my life I will never get back. And I had to pay more because it was so long! Even super efficient German Christian had not planned our return leg for really late at night so we had to wait for an hour at the station until 1am. One was not amused.
Just when I thought I there were no further obstacles between myself, my bed and the land of slumber, a drunk guy collapsed in front of us outside the Wohnheim. Christian and I helped him up though it was obvious when he fell straight back into the road that he was not going to make it home unaided. As we escorted him down the street to his flat he slurred that he could speak every language in the world. I doubt his English was up to scratch or he would have commented on the curses which flowed freely from my yawning mouth.
It seemed like I been asleep for no more than 10 minutes when my alarm woke me this morning, extra early as I had an appointment with the Krankenmasseur before work. Made it through the day fuelled by caffeine.
Just listening to Rovers play Everton, the first time in a few years that I am not at Ewood Park for the game so sod's law states we'll win! Had a good first half anyway, I'm about to bite my fingernails through the second 45 minutes. I am so looking forward to collapsing into my bed tonight with a horlicks. Rock and Roll!
