Surprisingly.
I did my best, had Schnapps for breakfast and didn't sleep for days, but I am still here, still going and now I will blog about it, no excuses anymore. I was just lazy.
Today I was thinking how funny my life is. Funny, cause it has so many extremes.
I was watching a middle aged man pull a fake guitar out of "Mr Tumble's Spotty Bag" on today's Cebeebies with little Em wiping her snotty nose on my jumper - awww- and babbling incomprehensibly away (we don't always watch TV, by the way. Today we also played with "Baby", read two books about Spot the Dog and solved a biiiiig jigsaw puzzle. 4 times.).
And while Mr Tumbles was still pretending to be a pop star and teaching us how to sign "pop star" in sign language I was thinking about Marcell, who I am a bit worried about since I saw his new flat.
It's not so much the flat I am worried about (even though it is a rather shabby former council flat with nothing in the kitchen but a pot, 2 plates and 1 spoon (and since Marcell moved in: Tiramisu), it's more the BADdrugs using flatmate, a lovely and extremely good looking French guy, who I met in the hallway, him being unable to talk to me, cause "the police found him on Upper Street this morning and brought him home and he's still a bit spaced out". Ehem. Will try to meet Marcell more often, he seemed a bit lonely to me all alone there in Whitechapel.
Then there's work. Hmmm... I mean "normal work" not "little Em work". I have exactely 5 more weeks with Loreena McKennit. I will use the time to copy lots of her recipes and write a new handbook for the new volunteer, whoever that will be.
At the moment my mum is over for a visit, but I shall tell you about that another time. It is nice, tho. I get to be tourist again and she brought me lots of German things.
Not that I needed many. My Germanlandlongings are rather small at the moment after our brilliant week there in the beginning of March.
We stumbled through the streets of Konstanz as Yin and Yang should do on a Thursday morning and drank lots of fig flavoured vodka with Emma who was dressed as a mole. Lovely times!
Lots of lovely parties lately, the last Outpost party in the dog food factury for example. M&J moved to the countryside somewhere... booo... they'll be back, tho.
And they had a nice little goodbye-do, which I couldn't fully enjoy, cause I had to go to work twice in the middle of it, but I was terrible enough and luckily I am young and can survive on 30 minutes of sleep in 3 days.
Then last weekend we all tried to get into Unskinny Bop, but again that didn't work out, cause of lesboverflow. Ended up at a night called Queen Bee's, which I enjoyed a lawt, cause it was full of crazy hair cuts, lovely people and weird music it took some time to get used to, but was ok, cause there were drugses.
Oh and it is getting warmer and warmer. Sitting-at-the-canal-or-in-the-park-with-cans-warm, actually. Which I do, a lot. Spent a crazy drunken day at the canal with Gabby, who is practically living here now and only goes to Germany for 2 days a week. She is a nightmare for the environment, but she is ace and I am happy that I'll see more of her from now on.
And then there was an afternoon in the park with Eva, Ade, Ros and Megan. We had polish bread and cheese and hangovers.
I know, I know... a whole month and it is difficult to summarise now. But I will write again, soon. Promise, cause things are happening!
So long...
