Sorry folks

Sorry, but I can't seem to keep up. And frankly, between qmj and jpotd, I feel little need to go on. I never wanted a stream of consciousness blog - but that's what I've got.

OK: Tonight the girls, Nem and Y are at a fussball game at Olympic Stadium. I declined, not big on 50 000 fussball fans, and Artemis and I went shopping instead. As usual, I only bought clothes for Nem at HandM. She goes through clothes like water. I cant keep up with her.

OUr trip is rapidly running out: J and A leave next Thursday, and I panic at the mere suggestion of it. I have overloaded myself at work; there's no way I'll be done in time. NOw that things are calmer, I'd really like to hold steady for awhile. I'm not ready to leave Berlin. I feel like I have more to do here. I have a sense that I will have a history with this place.

WOrking mostly f/t hours here. Why? Well, I can, I guess. Pedro tells me that in Portugal, most middle class families have domestic help in the form of cooking and cleaning. And in Germany, most middle class families have cleaners.

ANd after the last month or so of working FT hours, it is inconceivable that it could be otherwise....


Trying to decide on Playmobil for Nems bday. SHe looked at the catalogue then promptly wrote out a list of her favourites: all except the very most rough and tumble boy sets.

Barack is coming on Thursday. Would love to go see him, but honestly, these gargantuan crowds really kill things for me. I can't see myself waiting 3 hours in a crowd of 300 000 to see him, for all purposes, on a giant TV screen. What's the point?