Isn’t it funny how Sundays are just so… Sundayish. There’s nowhere to go because – here in Germany at least – everything’s closed. Then from about twelve o’clock onwards there’s that vague feeling of dread hanging over everything you do that can only mean tomorrow is Monday and time to go back to work. Or maybe it’s just me that feels that? Anyway, the point is weekends are far too short. I love how people talk about a work-life “balance”. How can there possibly be any sort of balance when we’re expected to work for 5 days and relax for only two. Surely to achieve a balance there has to be the same amount on each side of the scale?
Anyway, enough complaining. What am I going to do with the rest of my Sunday afternoon?
It’s Sunday afternoon again. Almost time to return to work. As usual the weekend was far too short, seeming to go by in the blink of an eye. Does anyone else find it wrong that society expects to spend the majority of our lives at work? No wonder I have trouble looking motivated there – it feels like work is all I do! (Which brings us back to the needing a holiday thing, but that’s a topic for another day I think.)
Anyway, I was out again last night. A friend from Sweden was over visiting her boyfriend and they invited me to Vogelbräu, along with some other people from my building. Vogelbräu is a Brauhaus (brewhouse? Is there such a word in English?) which produces very nice beers. We sat outside, in an enclosed area with a roof and canvas tent style walls (the walls aren’t there in summer). They have heaters out there – those tall things that look a bit like lamp posts with an umbrella on the top. So it was lovely and warm despite the time of year. Later we had to come inside because they aren’t allowed to have people sitting out there after midnight.
It was a good night.
And now I have to go… the boyfriend has returned and he needs the computer.