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.”
The elongation of the star fish shape, the arrival of cheese in the fridge and the shared munching of Rittersport chocolate are all due to one new influence. How wonderful to be young and together!
It is nice, Bewunderer 🙂
I have the same cheese-in-fridge problem with attendant stink. Alas, I was foolish enough to marry the cheese lover. Hope your cheeselover isn’t arbeitslos for long.
I love your blog!
Really nice to hear from you!
And very reassuring to know a mixed cheese relationship can last so long 🙂
Perhaps we should invest in designated stink containers?
Thanks so much for popping by and leaving a comment. Always love hearing from you 🙂
Firstly, getting fruit for that cheap is something to be pleased about! Although, keeping cheese in the fridge is a must because in the event of an emergency it is possible to subsist on cheese (at least in my experience).
Secondly, I’m so happy that he’s finally there with you! I know you’ve been looking forward to it for so long. Plus, it’s awesome that even though small things have changed, your entire routine hasn’t been upended. Munching chocolate is better when done together. 🙂
It’s a delight, isn’t it? 🙂 Hmm, my boyfriend would definitely agree with you on the whole subsisting on cheese alone thing!
Thank you so much for your well wishes too! They are MUCH appreciated. I hope you are doing well and not too affected by the crazy politics you seem to be having at the moment!
Hope you have a lovely weekend! 🙂
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