Been chatting to my good mate Rudi this week who introduced me to the word ‘trotzdem’. Sort of an English ‘whatever’…I think, but something along those lines. Something like ‘although I have a different opionion, I understand your point of view’. Needs some thinking about.
Or something to throw in at the next cocktail party I’m at in Germany:
‘Crystal Palace hätte trotzdem nicht getroffen’.
Why is it, that although I promise myself not to look, I always end up looking in number 5, at naked man having his breakfast, or whatever…
No more cards in the post today. In fact absolutely nothing in the post today. Had cards and presents from my brothers, from friends, from children, from family, even the ex remembered. It’s nice to feel liked.
Yesterday while walking home, I got the ball out for a play, actually I didn’t do this by choice, but because the dog sat down and refused to move from the spot where it usually plays ball. However, off we went with ball in hand/mouth having a gay old time, until said ball ended up at the top of a tree. Dog sits down under tree, and if dogs can cry I am pretty sure that’s what Bella was doing. After explaing to various passers by that I wasn’t mistreating her, I had no choice, but to pick up rather a substianal amount of dog and carry her home! Later my girlies arrived home, like two fresh sparkly whirwinds, to the rescue (and to celebrate my birthday). Silke showing the way, Cecilie climbing the tree. Ball released from the clutches of nature and peace on earth achieved.
Think that friend Dittes present was so thoughtful – I am grateful to have friends.
We were chatting this morning about how long it is since either of us has seen a draught excluder. I remember mine (had one for my bedroom door when i was little) which was a long red sausage dog. Davids was a snake with a smiley mouth. Noticed for the first time a ‘draught’ the other day. My parents who were always old, always felt drafts, so perhaps this is one of those definitive signs of getting older. Found out later it was the garden door standing wide open in minus 4 – but still…
Welcome to my blog. A chance for me to remember the good days, the fun, the quality of my life. Two days until my 59th birthday, the beginning of the last year of my fifties. Looking forward to writing my blog, looking forward to looking backwards as time goes by.