A German Holiday
A lie-in without guilt is in order today, followed by a bracing walk in the park that calls for woolly hat and gloves. Afterwards, a simple meal of pumpkin, zucchini and a family-size pork chop from the depths of my Mum's freezer - just slice it, put it on a baking tray, smother in olive oil and numerous herbs and peppers and roast on a low heat for about 40 minutes. Butternut squash is my latest pumpkin favourite (or: PumpKing). When I was a child, no-one ever ate pumpkin - why? We at beans, and tomatoes, and spinach, and Wirsching (savoy cabbage) and Sauerkraut. No pumpkin. Mma Ramotswe of The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency, for example, lives on pumpkin. A live without pumpkin would be unthinkable for her. But then, she lives in Botswana, not in Bavaria.
And afterwards: off to Oktoberfest: the highest caroussel in the world. Not. Shudder.