Reminiscent of my childhood (and that’s a long time ago) when nothing opens on a Sunday….except McDonalds (which is not reminiscent of my childhood, as it didn’t exist), Sunday in Berlin promises to be a quiet relaxing one!
George and Russ relaxing on the foyer chairs before George left us this morning, feeling not flash with what appears to be a tummy bug! Pains yesterday and progressing overnight…
Needless to say, he couldn’t eat dinner last night or breakfast this morning, and headed to the airport this morning about 9.30am, feeling rather nasty. He is now home in Norway, tucked up in bed and only inbibing water. Great way to end his holiday!
However, his not so favourite housemaid, he has nicknamed Gertrude, was sporting her newly rearranged trolley, after I gifted her my little range of “Carrybag” handbags.
She was thrilled and promptly made new containers, out of our designer bags, for her soaps in one, shampoos in another, tea and coffee supplies in another and so on. Trev, you may recognise some of these on her trolley, the small ones I took to use as handbags!!!
Good Old Gertrude, takes pride in her work, and still yabbers away to us in German incessantly!
After George left, Russ and I took our morning stroll to McDonalds for the best coffee in the south (coupled with the bacon and egg McMuffin deal) No wonder my jeans are tight!
And back to the hotel for a chilled afternoon. Russ has taken the car park walk, his back is feeling better, and breathing under control…so that’s us for a sleepy Sunday!
All who wander are not Lost girls 