Greetings from Berlin, where this "working regular hours in a fixed location" lark shows no sign of letting up.
At least I got a bit of cultcha at the weekend, heading to the Admiralpalast on Friday night to see FKA Twigs, which was a rollercoaster of emotion, interpretive dance, tap-dancing, pole-dancing, confetti, cellos, teeth-rattling bass and general awesomeness. Then on Saturday I took in the food markets (on the right day, this time around!) and wandered down to Treptower Park to see the massive Soviet monuments.
On Sunday I was summoned by my boss for a family day out, which involved marching round the Schlachtensee, recovering over a glass of rhubarb juice and eating flammenkuchen in a very pleasant restaurant by the lake while deflecting about work. Free lunch, I suppose, although apparently in return we have to go to Switzerland in July (?).
My phrase of the week is "to speak courgette", or ramble on with no defined purpose. And my compilation of the week is this one 'ere. Hope all well with you and speak soon!
Fred-dom ('s Just Another Word For Nothing Left to Lose)
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