Just an Update

Hello there,

Things are slowly wrapping up here in Freiburg. I've written a huge list of all the things I have to do in order to depart the country from going to the end stop of every tram, closing down my bank account and convincing Konstantin that he still wants to adopt Pharaoh.

I've been writing essays all the time so I don't have too much interesting news to comment on. As you know every week we have a themed BBQ and this week was "Cartoons". I decided to dress up as Little Red Riding Hood. The other costumes were Pippi Longstocking, The Ghostbusters, Mickey and Minnie Mouse. There's always too much food and the night usually finishes with the bursting out of costumes. This time however we were dancing around our tiny balcony to the greatest hits of Michael Jackson (God Bless his white cotton socks). I found out that I only know 7-10 words of 4 of his greatest hits. Clearly, I wasn't much of a fan. The BBQ brought with it Konstantin's (was ex now present) girlfriend who has the face of a disdainful spade. I personally don't like her because;

1) I was going to dress up as Minnie and she stole my costume

2) She told Konnie that she only dates boys who have little to no friends and that are easily controlled...The message is yet to hit home to him

3)She thinks that I'm trying to seduce Konstantin and run away with him. Little does she know that Konstantin has seen me in the morning and eating.

4)She talks about me in German and when Konstantin reminds her that I understand she says I don't. She's a smart one.

The costume thieving spade was at the BBQ last night dressed as Minnie Mouse. I baked a cake in the shape of Mickey Mouse and she accused Konnie of cheating on her with me. The reason; I baked a cake of Mickey Mouse and he was dressed as Mickey Mouse. Ah yes, the Irish courting ritual of baking a cake in the present appearance of the loved one. I cheered myself up though by laughing to myself as she ate. She eats teenie-tiny bites, nose wiggling, darting little eyes and holding her hand up to her face all the time in other words like a mouse. She is Minnie Mouse incarnate. Needless to say I was thrilled. She also squeaks like a mouse if a favourite song of hers comes onto the radio. The list of comparisons is endless. Konnie says that they're not really going out and that she isn't staying around. Little does he know that the mouse is burying a nest back into our flat. I plan setting traps.

In other news Carlo is in flying form. For the past few weeks he has been talking about Sharon. Sharon loves me. Sharon misses me he's sure. I've played along and pretended I know what on earth he is talking about thinking that he was referring to Paolo. A private joke that I have not been let in on. Finally, I asked him who Sharon was. My question was met with hysterical laughter "You have forgotten them so soon! How could you?! You are a bad girl! He's waiting for you in Ireland and you don't even know he's there". Ah yes, Sharon...my boyfriend Ciarán. Carlo and I spent an entire afternoon learning English phonology. Sharon is no longer part of my life, Key-arrr-own is. We're getting there slowly.