Working my butt off trying to get upto date for Friday and budgets set up. Might sneek a couple of long 20 miler commutes home if the weather holds up.
Next week I shall be 'out of it' on Monday afternoon (surgery) then sat on the sofa feeling sorry for myself for the next few weeks. Won't be allowed to ride the bike. (Flipping smileys won't insert in the correct place !) <<Crying>>
Jam making this afternoon, then four days of work, then back to Manchester to do more work on the house, where our new bedroom and bathroom are showing tantalising signs of being rooms, not building sites.
We were to have a German couple coming to stay with us but the wife phoned to say they can't make it now. He's as bald as a coot, so I was going to call him Herr Loss. Shame, I'll have to save the gag till next time.
I had a German girlfriend yonks ago and stayed with her and her family for a while.
Being polite, and in fear of her father, I called him Herr Maier, but, being as bald as a coote, I refered to him as No Herr Maier! I think he must have wondered why I was always chuckling to myself.
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