I'm usually pretty good at keeping regular vides in my appointments diary. I don't like being on the meter constantly, especially when I'm supposed to be enjoying myself. Other people appear to love being ordered hither and yon in the name of leisure, but they, madam, are perverts. I'll have no truck with it.
Having said all that, which I just have (see above), events do conspire from time to time to cause me to spread my considerable talents and charisma a bit thin. The next week is a case in point. I'm already up against it at work. This our busy period. On Friday I have to leave the office early in order to dash to Heathrow for a flight to Berlin. We're in Germany until Monday. Back to work Tuesday. On Wednesday I witnessing the marriage of a friend. Back to work Thursday, a day full of back-to-back meetings. Work again on Friday. An archery lesson on Saturday and we're collecting some hops as part of a local brewery scheme on Sunday morning. Still, it's all good fun I suppose.
I might have mentioned before now that I've given up beer for Lent. I will have to forgo this fast for the duration of our stay in Berlin though. Germany produces some splendid beers, not the fizzy lager piss with which you're no doubt familiar, but proper beer. I was particularly taken on our last trip there with a kraut jollop called "winterboch". It's a dark, flavoursome ale they produce for the cold winter months. It's super. I cannot and will not not drink it. Nein, nein und thrice nein.
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