Even that might be enjoyable - what kept me back was that they fall with enormous speed back to the ground (you have to trust the labourers who build up the plant).
yesterday I went to the "Graffelmarkt" in Fürth - a flea market which takes place twice a year. "Graffel" is dialect and means: "stuff" - well, actually I try to down-size my "stuff", hahaha...
But the weather was fine, the little red train is on the rail again (after a month off absence - they try to repair the rail network of the Deutsche Bahn).
In Fürth, hundreds of roaring football fans clogged the way out of the station - "singing" and spurred by beer, beer, beer. I thanked God that I am tall and not shy, thus I managed to part the beer stinking crowd.
The photo below gives a wrong impression, many visitors came to the market.
I enjoyed to visit normally private little yards behind the houses.
When I was tired, I followed intuition, a staircase up to a little place. And there I found something! Not valuable, but soothing the heart :-)
In Berlin I have - beside my Spode - an (incomplete) vintage coffee service by Royal Cauldon, Victoria - I found it about 20 years ago when I still lived in Hamburg. In Fürth stood a few remains, e.g. a funny butter dish, but in my long life I learned to "think before you buy" (at least most times) and so I "only" bought three egg cups and two porridge bowls.
They will join their "family" in Berlin soon!
this is no complaint. It's just real life - and revision of some expectations that did not consider all possibilities.
The triplets had their fourth birthday - and two days later kindergarten started.
The beautiful kindergarten is in the next little town, and my son brings them there, and my DiL brings them back after they have eaten their lunch.
That was the plan.
But every child, even when they are triplets, is different.
The "twins" have more difficulties in adjusting and letting Mama go - the third, single, is the star and jumped into her group (each triplet joins another group, which I think is a very wise decision of their parents).
But soon all adjusted well.
But then the first got a cold, with fever - so she had to stay at home.
The second had to be collected after one&half hour in kindergarten = familiarisation time for her, decided the Kindergärtnerin.
So I looked after the lively but sick one, DiL went by car to fetch Number 2, then, 2 hours later, she had to fetch no.3. (I have a car but do not drive the children - I think the responsibility is too great).
Two days later, no.1 was healthy again - and of course you guess what happened? Now no.2 was sick.
So: DiL and I are looking forward for a "normal" day.
Yours Truly , (a bit flustered)
with blogging it is as with other things: if you don't find time for it waiting makes it difficult to start anew. So much has happened in the meantime, where to start?
When I was a child and had learned to swim I still hesitated to jump from a small jetty into the Klopeiner See in Austria. I stood and stared into the water.
First my father tried bribery: "You'll get an ice cream when you jump!"
But what is an ice cream (which at those times we didn't get very often) against dear little life?
Eventually he lost patience. While I still stared he came behind me - and suddenly he gave me a push into the back - I remember that very well - though "well" is not the right word...
Yes, I had a hard childhood 😁- but also the audacity to ask for my ice cream when I arose.
So: now I'll plunge into blogging - without a push.
The picture above is from the wonderful exhibition:
"Clouds and Light. Impressionism in the Netherlands"
in the beautiful museum Barberini in Potsdam, which the Flying Dutchman and I visited during our stay in Berlin.
It was such a treat!
Next time I'll tell you about our holiday on the isle of Sylt.
Yours Truly, Britta