Still here

Well, it seems the world hasn’t ended, so it looks like I will have to turn 30 after all. Thanks a lot universe – I thought you were at least going to help me avoid that one!

After six years, I still find it difficult to speak German on the phone. Jan’s mum called last night, on the landline, so of course I answered. When his dad calls the conversation usually goes “Is Jan there?” “Yes, I’ll just get him for you”, but his mum tends to converse with me before I hand over the phone.

The Red Phone
The Red Phone (Photo credit: Eric Kilby)

My German is good, but I tend to forget words occasionally and it’s so much easier to get my point across when I can use hand gestures as well.

After assuring me that “he felt fine, it was just his nose that was blocked” when I left for work yesterday, by the time I came home, Jan was in bed complaining of a sore ear and a headache. He still refused my offers of Lemsip and Ibuprofen though – apparantly you only need medicine if you actually plan on getting out of bed? (Is this a German thing, a man thing or is my boyfriend just weird?). I made us some nice tea containing lots of vegetables and some extra hot chilli flakes (I defy any blocked nose to withstand them!) then spent the evening doing cross stitch with a couple of glasses of wine (I bought myself a mini bottle). After about half an hour, Jan actually came out to join me and started reading out questions from the quiz book he had in his advent calendar today. If the world had ended it wouldn’t have been a bad way to go, although it would have been a shame not to actually finish the cross stitch – I still have lots to do.

Right now I’m waiting to find out whether we’re going to Jan’s dad’s place tomorrow or staying here for Christmas. If it’s the latter, I need to go and buy food for Christmas today. I’m planning on doing roast chicken for Christmas day if we’re here (cooking one turkey a year is more than enough for me!).

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Celebrate good times… or not

I returned home last night expecting to find my flat dark and empty, so I was slightly worried when I found my front door unlocked (you still can’t get in without a key, but still…) Fortunately nobody had broken in, but the boyfriend was here. He should have been at his choir practice and not been home til at least midnight  – no, they don’t practice for that long but always stick around and drink a bottle of wine thogether before going home. Instead he was lying in bed having come home at noon feeling sick. He didn’t go to work today either, and apparantly has barely left the bed all day. So instead of getting ready to go out and celebrate my success I’m cooking the food that I chose based on its suitability for putting in a stomach that’s only just settled and debating whether to work on my dissertation now or leave it til morning. I just hope Jan’s better by Monday… it’s his 30th birthday and I’m determined to take him out for a nice meal to celebrate. Send healing vibes this way everyone…