Late summer, September, can be quite the delight!
Germany beat Argentina in an EXCELLENT match that had me biting my nails. Good lord. The first half sucked, but thereafter we had a tight game, 30 minutes of overtime and then
… but did I read correctly? You are staying in Germany? Bloody GERMANY?
Martin is on vacation, lives nearby, and had the time so… Wanna meet for lunch, I ask. Sure, he replies ...
Most of them never actually made it to paper. The rest are the crumbled balls at the bottom of the wastebasket.
I was struggling with a new obsession for fries. Particularly, thick wedges with the skins still on and served piping hot.
That time when even Sir Simon Rattle and Magdalena Kožená could not keep me awake.