Hope you had a whizzy jolly time in England, and much birthday rejoicing.
Over here we finally got Gabi's sinuses cleaned out during a gruelling 15-hour stay at a local hospital (well, not gruelling for me, I just watched a bunch of films), and are now in full-on recovery mode, which involves sitting around applying camomile tea compresses and serum from nose-syringes the size of bicycle pumps.
I'm also prepping my trip to Berlin, have made a new compilation, and my phrase of the week ("to hit the fly") means "to hit the nail on the head", in your culture.
Speak soon!
Die Gedanken sind fred
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