Various of Kevin’s friends have described him to me over the years, as if I didn’t already know him from trying to share a duvet with him and ended up getting two singles. He claims this to be a ’sensible Scandinavian arrangement’ — whatever that is supposed to mean.
Anyway; the main description has always been of him as ‘a cynical romantic’. I, personally, just think he’s shy.
When I got home from work today I found this on the kitchen counter:
A thoughful and unexpected present from Kevin
The note says:
"Don't say a thing ... it's for you. So, have a beer and shaddap! Kevin"
So I’m having a beer. But I’m not shutting up ’cause that’s just not humanly possible when you’re me. Beats the usual flowers, don’t you think?
I would like to point out that I DID NOT CHOOSE THAT KITCHEN AND I HATE THE WORKTOPS. It’s impossible to see where the dirt is — you can just feel it. You could pour an entire packet of cereal on it and not know for weeks.
That aside; we now have our return tickets booked. Had to sell my body several times over and my soul to the devil — can’t believe he’d forgotten about the last time I sold it to him. But now we are duty bound to return. And since my last rant about the useless dandruffy guy with the halitosis I’ve been served by two very nice people at Westbahnhof who both managed to meet me half way between German and English and did their best to not rip me off. So it wasn’t their fault that I was ripped off anyway. I mean; taking the train is so much more civilised than flying, and more comfortable and you get to see stuff. And it’s environmentally friendly. So why don’t the governments of Europe, and the EU parliament, do something serious to promote train travel? Such as make it cost less…? I just don’t get it.
The basil and tomato plants are still growing away, but I struggle with the brackets for the window boxes they will be going into if I can only get the damned things to hang. They’re a truly awful design.
And I still miss Mischa.
