Shiv's Visit

Shiv came over this weekend. It was epic. The hotel where Shiv stayed is the same one Beast, Mum and TK stayed in. The owner has met my entire family now. He even asked for Theia. Shiv spoiled me rotten. She bought me shoes...shoes! 

We went to the imfamous Titisee and had a picnic there. Being Irish and optimistic we didn't pack any cardies. Therefore we frozed everytime the roasting sun went behind a cl

oud. Titisee is a pretty as ever. There are little peddle-os for going around the lake now. We got our photo taken with a sea captain. He could have been 

anything but 

he was wearing a captain's hat so that was good enough for us!

 I took Shiv to Feierling that night and she 

tasted the butterb

eer...mmm butterbeer. Our waitress seemed to be on something or was missing part of her brain. She forgot our beers and our 

orders so there was a lot of confusion. I ordered ravioli which she told me they didn't have. I was 

fine with that as I thought making her life anymore difficult than it already was was a bad idea. So I saidthat was fine and I'd have the 

potatoe dish Shiv was

 having. After a little wait our dinner 

arrived...two bowls of 

ravioli and salad. God knows. We 

decided maybe we'd go for a cocktail before heading home. We to

ok down a table and set it up outside with all the other tables at Aspekt. We soon learned that *put on most steroetypical German accent* "this is not allowed". After being moved to another table after being given out to in an I-tell-you-you-are-wrong-I-am-right-apologetic-typically-german-way  we were ignored by said waitress and left. Not a night for waitresses needless to say.

On Saturday we 

went to Lake Konstanz. It is simply gorgeous. There is a spinning prostitute, true story. She is semi-naked and spins. Only in Germany. We saw a walking band who were dressed like Normans with helmets of tin in the scorching weather. We dowsed ourselves in factor 50 sunblock and removed any clothing possible. We got to go on a boat trip which was a 

glorified ferry but brilliant fun. The wind 

from the boat and the 

skirt of my dress 

did not agree with each other. Charming. You could see the Alps as you sailed around the lake. They looked beautiful. Shiv re-enacted Titanic's "I'm flying Jack, I'm flying!" moment at the front of the boat. 

It was 25c+ at the lake so for our Irish skin it was roasting! People are still wrapped up in their winter things in this heat. It is bizzare. We had to take three trains to get to Konstanz; Shiv slept on all three. Amazing really, due to the amount of caffeine in her system! It was a long day but we covered pretty much all the top ten things to do in Konstanz. Later that night, I took her to the student district and we had cocktails...lots and were home in bed by 12. 

Shiv left today. I am all alone but she stole painted hard-boiled eggs for me from the hotel so I guess I'll survive and I have my strawberry plants to talk to. All in all it was awesome having Shiv and completing the Happy Families game that the hotel owner was playing with my family.

I miss having noise. The flat is quite again and I am trumpeting about alone. Company will arrive soon until then I can catch up with Pharoah and get to know the Strawberries better. 

*Clair*

Here's a slightly pointless blog but nevertheless.

No one calls my landline. Why would they I have a mobile which they text to.

Things have changed. 

Clair calls me now. And has done twice. Once to talk to me, the other time went like this; The phone never rings so when it does I quite naturally assume it's a murderer calling to tell me how long I have to live. But no it's Clair saying that she wanted to freak me out by calling me...well, it worked.

Anyway, the reason I wrote this blog was to...tell you Clair rang me. What? It's big news for me! I plan finding out how much it is to call Berlin. 

A new adventure for Clair and I. There's us on one of our last adventures. 

Over and out. 

I'm back!

Daniel: "Helen! You are first girl to go and last girl to come back! But you come back looking like a super model". The picture to your left is how little of a super model I look and how confused I was by that comment*

But yes! I am back. It is ROASTING in this country. I have taken off as much clothing to retain some dignity while the Germans are walking around with their wintercoats on. The trees are green, there's daisies everywhere, the birds are singing and you can hear German rqap music seeping out of every window as you pass. All in all, everyone is over the winter blues and are feeling the springtime buzz! 

Pharoah is alive and happy. The boys hadn't cleaned him for some time so I had to buy new pebbles to go in his bowl as they were almost a black-green colour and refused to be washed. The shamrock I brought over to them is still alive and watered. Tiffani bought an Italian flag to go along with our German, Greek and Irish flag on the balcony. 

I sat on my balcony earlier eating strawberries and rasberries and reading The Scarlet Letter(which I have to finish before newt week...unlikely). Classes went well. I can't really complain. I'm sure with time I'll conjure up something to complain about. 

Apart from feeling like a Sunday roast walking around Freiburg I feel good. It's nice to be back!

I'll fill you in when I've news. Until then I sweatily sign out...

*Photo taken 10minutes after comment

Itsa Girl

As some of you know Theia and I went off to Freiburg a while back now. We had great fun and pretty much ate for every hour in every day. It was the sorta holiday you only dream about and one that your waist line will never forget! 

Anyway, the holiday was great but got even better when I was given some marvellous news from my letter box! I walked past Ian's room nd noticed that there was a blue duvet cover on his bed; a little odd as Ian like to live in a sterile. little white room normally. I went down in my ghetto-vator and went to my postbox with Theia. As I retreived my junk mail (which I use as wall paper) I noted something odd. Ian's letter box is below mine and we have our names printed on them. However, I did not see Ian's name but TIFFANI REGINATO. My immediate reaction was screaming with confusion. Theia and I then went out for our day; throughout the day I let out little screams of joy. We get home, I walk into the kitchen and before me stood a girl. I was shocked, she introduced herself, I think I mumbled something about being Helen and she beamed and went "oh you're my next door neighbour". I threw myself down at her feet and wrapped my arms around her legs in joy (a slight exaggeration). She is L-O-V-E-L-Y! 

I asked Konstantin (<3)>

So basically my news is IAN IS GONE AND TIFFANI IS HERE TO STAY!

(oh and Pharoah is still alive!)