Auf dem Land
is' a Schand
kaft ma's Gwand
Könnte ja jemand denken, ma hat's nötig.
Please don't jump to the conclusion that my life consists only of licking spoons and whisking cream. The secret is to keep drama to myself and blog about friendly things - I owe it to my readers. For example this: Saturday was possibly the hottest day of the year, and we spent it in town at a summer party given by a friend, a painter who lives in a sort of up-market eco-commune in Munich, full of committed, creative people who do interesting things and wear interesting head-gear. Once or twice a year, I can see them ageing at roughly the same pace as myself, and we exchange information about things of interest: the leftie bookshop is finally closing down, here's the guy who helped avoid the next winter Olympics destroying yet another piece of the Bavarian Alps, or we have a drink of beer from a new micro-brewery in Munich. An afternoon well spent, despite it being the hottest day of the year so far. We finished it with a swim in our nearby lake. Everybody is fine now.