356 days

Augenblicklich trage ich den Strohhut hauptsächlich zur Unterhaltung im Hause, da er in diesem Monsunsommer keine zwei Minuten überleben würde. Gestern abend ging ich mit meinem ständigen Begleiter zu einem neuen Italiener um die Ecke essen. Obgleich die Stimmung dort ob der mangelnden Gäste etwas im Keller war (ehrlich gesagt, die wortkarge, lächelfreie Bedienungszone war fast sensationell, aber die Haltung ist mir von einer befreundeten Kneipe bekannt, nach dem Motto: wir dienen nicht) war das Essen erschwinglich und italienisch lecker. Der Nachhauseweg wurde im Schweinsgalopp zwischen zwei Gewittern zurückgelegt. Verdauungsspaziergang. Spaghetti alle vongole Pizza quattro stagioni what remained of the dinner At the moment I only wear my straw hat at home to amuse myself, it wouldn't last two minutes out there in our German monsoon season. Last night, my co-habitant and I managed to go to a new neighbourhood Italian restaurant. Despite the atmosphere lacking the expected joyful...

My friend S. has become a grandmother. We were invited to celebrate the event, with lots of bubbly and also some food. First, the quiche - delicious, topped with toasted pine nuts then we all admired S.'s tights - very stylish on her check floor. Finally, pudding: Rote Grütze with vanilla ice cream (if we were in England, this would have been custard) We were all four of us aware that ten seemed an okay time to go home (work, headache, rainy night, eaten a lot). For a cheap laugh, I suggested we all go to Löwengarten (our local) now. Going out at 10 used to be when the evening started in our glorious youth - eating a Chef salad at Stop In at 2 a.m. no rare event. Now we just long to be in bed with a book (sometimes, on a rainy night).