Not about Tooting at all

I will postpone the Tooting post, cause I have been working on it for days and am far from finishing it and I want to update my blog.
The Tooting post will be L O N G. Maybe I should make the Tooting post my project for novelber (which is what I will call November this year, since it is National Novel Writing Month)and write my book about Tooting. "A walk through Tooting" by Nio S. Keep an eye out for it.

Today I did a lot of cooking. I have now decided that cooking is my least favourite part about my job. Today I made houmous and Shepherd's pie and an amazing garlicy bean and leek soup and scrambled eggs on toast and I didn't get to eat A SINGLE BEAN. (Actually I might have stolen one...)
I am now home and hungry.
Unfortunately Lisa didn't cook for me tonight. She did yesterday. She made a vegetable fry up and mushroomy sauce and mashed potatoes and a lovely pudding as well! And we all met at Marten's flat and ate it. "We all" that is Marten, Lisa, Marcel, Phil, Leonard and me. We are like a little volunteer family. A mostly German family, unfortunately. Leonard is the only non-German and he is not much more exciting, cause he is English. He is VERY English, which in german-clishe-thinking means: funny and polite (and wearing a bowler hat).
My favourite conversation last night involved a client who has boobs and a dick and invites her volunteers to have sex with her regularly, which Leonard thought "wasn't very appropriate". It made me love Loreena McKennit and my job with her even more.

Work was a little more relaxed lately, though. I had lots of days off and mostly spent them in Hackney with booze and Ros. In that order. It was her birthday on Monday, so I took her out for dinner. Which on a 60 quid wage means: currywurst and pommes.
We went to a cosy little German restaurant that also offers Sauerkraut and Fleischkaes and plays romantic Schlagermusik by DJ Oetzi and Konsorten.
There is a new song that goes "Ich will ne Frau ohne Arschgeweih"* over and over again. I now can't wait for carnival in March!

We also spent a night of slight terribleness at Sarah's house. I don't remember much, only staring at Sarah's tiny ears, drinking lots of water and birthday cakes at midnight, so I don't know what happened to my memory. Maybe I am getting old.

And maybe I should mention now that next month it will be my birthday. You now have 3 weeks to book flights to London and find a present. I will be a quarter of a century old on the 15th and I like ears (especially Sarah's), ice cream, octopusses and potatoes. Thank you.

Other things I did: Went to the Prince Charles Cinema at Leicester Square and watched an amazing film about surfing and bank robbery and got a book for free (The Best of the Best of the new Horror)!
Also I got very drunk in Soho, but I guess that isn't very exciting news anymore.

Am off work for three or 4 days now! Hurray, hurray! I will cook for MYSELF!



*"I want a woman without a tramp stamp.!"