LSB moved to Berlin, just like that.
One moment we were waiting for the 16A in grubby, familiar Camden Street and the next we were on the U7 to Spandau.
Berlin is different with him here.
I’ve had to stop sleeping in the shape of a large star fish.
I’ve had to allow cheese in the fridge.
And I’ve started becoming one of those people who complains when the lids of shampoo bottles aren’t replaced after use.
I used to spend my evenings munching Rittersport chocolate, scrolling through my Facebook feed and contemplating my existence.
Now we do that together.
Sometimes LSB laments the fact that he is arbeitslos.
The other day we saw a happy-looking postman in a green uniform on the subway. He was on a poster, recruiting.
I told LSB that my best ever job was being a postwoman in Rathgar in the run-up to Christmas. I got a bike and men’s overalls and everything. We noted down the number.
Today we went to an enormous Turkish market. First, I bought a sewing set, some elastic and six wooden buttons.
LSB advised me to haggle but I refused. Not for the first time that morning, I cursed my tentativeness. Instead, I slunk away from the rude man behind the stall to another whose face I preferred. He under-charged me for the buttons.
I felt completely vindicated.
I don’t need painted wooden buttons. But sometimes I fantasize about making my own dresses.
I have similar daydreams of baking apple pies and looking adorable on a bicycle.
Next I bought three mangoes, six avocados, two courgettes and a punnet of pears.
I was so pleased with my purchases that I dragged LSB into Kaiser’s so we could calculate how much we’d saved.
This evening, LSB told me gently that I hadn’t stopped talking about mangoes all day. I asked him if he understood what a bargain it was to get three mangoes for a euro and six avocados for two.
He said he did but his eyes told a different story.
They were glazed from having been at a computer for too long.
I looked at him carefully.
I might not be a doctor but I’ve often been praised for having a physician’s intuition. I knew immediately that he had joined WordPress.
As a savant, LSB naturally upstages me in most respects. But now that he’s started a hilarious photo blog, I’m more in his shadow than ever.
To make matters worse, he’s even threatened to start posting about “LSG.”