Picture of the Day

[from www.banksy.co.uk]

Life, in the words of Dolly Parton

I tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumping
Out on the streets the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living
Barely getting by, it's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it

9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fair promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me

They let you dream just to watch them shatter
You're just a step on the boss man's ladder
But you've got dreams he'll never take away
In the same boat as a lot of your friends
Waiting for the day your ship will come in
And the tide's gonna turn and it's all gonna roll your way

Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living
Barely getting by it's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it

9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
There's a better life and you think about it, don't you
It's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it
And you spend your life putting money in his wallet

Plodding along

Thank you for the reaction to the 'cheese' post. It pleases me greatly that so many of you see it as the big issue that it clearly is. To put your minds at rest we have since invested in some mature gouda which bears a pleasing similarity to mature cheddar. We also paid a visit to Fulda's very own French Market and purchased some quality French cheese (hard stuff that was very tasty). Plus my fellow Brit in Fulda is homeward bound and has promised to buy me some wensleydale and Branston Pickle. All in all, things are looking up.

On to other, non-cheese news. We had a nice weekend, albeit (once again) far too short. Saturday morning was, as usual, spent wandering around the Gemüsemarkt (vegetable market) and stocking up our cupboards with fresh produce from the region. We also succumbed to the plant stall (which is becoming a bit of a bad habit of ours) and bought another plant for the flat. Green hands or not, we are loving our plants and, it would seem, our love is requited for not one of our 11 (and counting) plants has passed away yet. Needless to say, we are very proud parents :-)

On Sunday, after a jolly nice and long-overdue phone call to Bec in Oz, we took a trip to Frankfurt to meet up with two of my colleagues. We had a nice lunch in Sachsenhausen and then settled down in the nearby Irish with John Smith's in hand (a beer brewed a mere 20 mins away from my home in GB) to watch Liverpool take on Chelsea. A bit of a disappointing match, largely because it was fairly even and Chelsea won anyway but jolly nice to spend a Sunday with Vicki and Lottie. I was completely exhausted when we got back to Fulda (not til 9pm due to slow slow train) and not at all rejuvenated for another week at work.

Now I am at my desk, enjoying the fact that my inbox contains no emails "Zur Nachverfolgung" and taking some time out from the hectic life that is that of a KERN intern. The sun is shining outside and in just three days it will be the weekend again. Life is tiring at the moment (I blame the trains) but when I think about it, not that bad at all.

Love and hugs to all xx