We have at least two (2) posters in The Germany of the Soul (if not the map) at any given time.
A very English scene at the restaurant last night.
The rather elderly man next to us leant over to pick up the coat of the person next to him, which had fallen on the floor. Cue the old man tipping over in slow motion and crashing to the floor. All parties involved were apologising to one another. They probably apologised to the chairs and floor too. Meanwhile the young man and I are gnawing our arms off with barely contained manic laughter.
I'm on a train, hurtling backwards. Or rather, waiting outside Newcastle station for space to enter.
Some (male) American teenagers are beside us, demonstrating epic levels of vocal fry, and there's a woman nearby talking about footballers of the recent past in the present tense, which is confusing me. 'I've got Owen, Bergkamp and Van Nistelrooy,' she says. Maybe she's playing a 2001 version of Premiership Top Trumps.
Hedgehog fleas are fairly rare, and can only live on hedgehogs because they are adapted to hang onto the spines. What most hedgehogs have is cat fleas, so it not the hogs' fault - blame the cats.
Always with the victim blaming. It's the ducking fleas' fault. Fuck off iPhone autocorrect.
Big fleas have little fleas
Upon their backs to bite 'em.
And little fleas have smaller fleas
And so on, ad infinitum.
I'm on a train too, about to depart (I hope) for Pongstocking Towers. The sky is full of winter, so maybe I'll get snowed in.
Snowing here too. Not exactly football weather. Very glad Himself is on sideline duty while I wait in for the washing machine delivery. Have cleaned out two kitchen cupboards and the cutlery drawer so feel rather productive.
Are Cross Country trains who Virgin became? They have that odious Virgin toilet smell, that distinctive Virgin cramped seating, that Virginesque ability to provide the luggage rack with an unhindered brilliant view while providing the passengers with plastic columns to gaze at, and that ability, familiar to me from Virgin trains of yore, to sell one a tepid cup of Nescafe for a sum of money I'd more happily pass over for a second hand car. Also, pay for WiFi. Ah yes, I've missed train travel.
I like facing backwards on trains though. It makes the view out the window more interesting.
Assuming you're not staring at a pillar between windows...
Snowing here too, but only lightly and it won't stick. Grandkids away on holiday with their father for a week and our three Ds just left to share D3's birthday present, which is Mamma Mia at the theatre. The house is almost silent. Good odds for me being able to hear Football Focus instead of just watching and trying to guess what they're talking about.
One of my novels includes a scene with pre-WW1 kids discussing hedgehog fleas. That is, on two levels, my hedgehog fleas story.
I have no hedgehog flea story.
Now off to the post office.
Virgin Trains used to run the Crosscountry route. It is now run by Arriva, a jumped up bus company. Probably use the same trains though hence the horrible toilets.