Things I do when I’m home alone

I actually stole the idea for this post from Katrin at Landy of Candycanes… it seemed somehow appropriate seeing as I am, in fact, currently home alone. Katrin did it is part of Random Thursday, but I obviously can’t do that  seeing as today is, in fact, not Thursday.

Things I do when I’m home alone

Not cook proper meals. Unless I’m really craving something, when I’m home alone meals do not involve any chopping, peeling or crushing. If it can’t a) be heated up in boiling water (hello Kartoffelknödel!), b) be shoved in the oven, c) be poured from a tin into a saucepan and then heated or d) be made in the toaster I ain’t eating it!

Watch TV. We’ve only had a TV since this year – and we only bought it because in Germany you now have to pay for a TV licence whether you actually have one or not, so I still haven’t got used to having it around. Also, when Jan’s home I’m usually too busy doing bloggy type stuff, cleaning and cooking after work to switch on the TV, so it tends to only be on if we’re watching a DVD or if Jan switches it on to watch the news or some history/nature programme. But when he’s away, I will occasionally look for some programme that doesn’t require the use of my brain (no history documentaries here!), make a cuppa and then sit back and enjoy.

Leave the dishes for a few days. When I’m not cooking full on meals, I don’t use as many dishes… and I also don’t need to wash half the things in my kitchen just so I can get started on cooking! One small saucepan, a cup and plate don’t need to be washed up straight away, right?

Eat peanuts. Jan is allergic to peanuts, so usually I try not to have anything containing them in the house. He’s not severely allergic.. so it’s not like he’s going to die if I open a packet of peanuts near him… but the symptoms he gets are pretty annoying, so to be considerate I simply don’t buy anything with peanuts in. When he’s away, all that goes out the window. Peanut M&Ms? Gimmeeee! (And yes, I will eat an entire large bag in one sitting. Who knows when I’ll next be able to eat peanut M&Ms?)

Go to bed early. I knoooow, totally pathetic. But when Jan is home, we don’t even eat until 8:30 p.m. at the earliest (I actually have a rule that if he isn’t home by 8:30, I will eat by myself, but often enough I misjudge the time cooking will take and it’s not even ready until closer to 9). If I try to go to bed on a full stomach, sleep is not going to happen, so I usually don’t make it to bed until around midnight… and I have to be up at 6. When I’m home alone, I occasionally manage to be in bed early enough to get a whole 8 hours of sleep!

That’s all. It doesn’t seem like much, but with the hours Jan works I’m basically home alone most of the time anyway. The only difference is, when he’s in town I do expect him to be home at some point so I will actually cook real food and wash the dishes ready for his arrival (leaving me no time for TV!).

What do you like to do when you’re home alone?


Home alone!


Jan had to leave for his dissertation conference thingy at 5:30 this morning (yawn!), so I am now boyfriend-free for a whole week. Of course,most of that time will be spent at work, but for today it’s just me and the flat. Her are my plans for the day:

A whole pot of tea and some biscuits all to myself. No need to share!

Tea and biscuits

Two new cross stitch magazines for me to read – and pick out projects that I’ll probably never get round to stitching!

Cross stitch magazines

A selection of my favourite music playing on my BlackBerry!

Currently playing: Poets of the Fall - All the Way/4U
Currently playing: Poets of the Fall – All the Way/4U

(By the way, it’s incredibly difficult to take a photo that actually shows which song is playing rather than just the reflection of my face/the camera/the ceiling…)

Staying in my pyjamas, fluffy socks and slippers all day!


And just because it’s so cute, have a bonus picture of my teapot dressed in an owl tea cosy:

owl cosy

Later, I shall be starting my spring clean, but for now it’s time to relax and enjoy having the place to myself.
Have a great Sunday everyone!


Sometimes staying home alone is the best policy

In September, Jan’s choir took part in an event called “The Westside Festival”, a musical and culinary event that took place in and around a square in the western part of Karlsruhe. One member of the choir was involved in organising the festival, which is how the choir came to be involved in the first place. The “headliner” (so to speak) of the festival was a group calling themselves “The Westend Girls” and because those who were organising it weren’t actually able to watch the performance – being too busy dealing with organisational matters – the group are performing again, just for those who were involved in arranging the festival. T – the choir member who was one of the organisers – managed to get the rest of the choir invited as well, so that’s where Jan is as well. Apparantly there was some space for extra people (although it would quickly run out if everyone brought a plus one), so he invited me to come along. After much deliberation, I decided this morning that I didn’t feel like it. I was tired and didn’t think I’d be in the mood for staying out late.

This evening, waiting on the platform to come home. I was pleased I had decided against going out. It was cold, my train was delayed and every now and then a gust of wind would drive a flurry of snow into my face. Not pleasant! So instead of listening to a group of singers on the opposite side of town, tonight shall consist of pyjamas, nice hot tea and my latest cross stitch project. Sometimes, staying home alone is the best policy!

Tea anyone?
Tea anyone?

Home alone

As I briefly mentioned in my last post (that would be the one that a grand total of two people read. Just sayin’…), Jan is away this weekend with his choir. So on  Friday I spent the night alone in the flat for the first time. I decided it would be the perfect opportunity to get an early night for a change. Yes, on a Friday of all days. I have to be on a train at 8am on Saturdays to go to my typing course (only one more to go though!) and I thought I could turn up feeling refreshed for once.  So by 10pm I was in bed, with my book. At 10:30 I put the book down, turned out the light and snuggled down to sleep. It didn’t work too well. Every time I heard a noise my eyes flew open. Was that creaking floorboard in the flat above or coming from the next room? Did I just hear a door open? What was that noise? I have no idea what was wrong with me. Usually I don’t even notice those noises. And after years of spending nights if not all alone then with only my little brother (3 years old at the time) for company  in various places, falling asleep in an empty house (or flat in this case) has never bothered me before. Obviously I’m turing into a scaredy cat in my old age…
Thankfully I did manage to sleep last night. At least after I’d spent half an hour chasing a bluebottle around the room because hearing it buzz past my ear every two minutes was unbelievably annoying. Couldn’t whoever invented bluebottle at least have made them silent?! Aargh!

Home alone again

Most people who haven’t seen their other halves for 5 days can’t wait to get back and see them again.
Unfortunately, my boyfriend is not most people. Which is why, despite the fact that he came back from Vienna today, I’m spending the night alone, again. It seems putting the washing machine on is way more important than seeing your girlfriend.
I suppose I should just be grateful he didn’t bring the laundry over for me to do. Oh yes, there really is a bright side to everything…

Remind me why I spent 25 euros on a king size quilt then another 30 on a sheet and pillowcases when 90% of the time I’m the only one sleeping in my bed anyway? Come to think of it, why did I even waste my money on a double bed? If I’d got a single one I might have been able to afford a sofa as well…

Oh, and I’m fairly sure I’ve failed my photo challenge for the third month in a row. Which makes me wonder whether there’s even any point in continuing with this 1001 days thing. I probably will though. Because I’m stubborn like that.