At least he had a friendly sort of face

Yeah... I'm not very good at updating this.

Sorry, yes, erm, not much to say really. Days aren't normally so very different from one another, except for how much coffee gets drunk or what shape the meat is at lunch time or what flavour or crisps I have accidently bought (most recently it was "hungarian" flavour... which is like very watery smokey bacon, if you're interested).
I got myself a TV card so now I can watch german programmes. I saw less than a minute of one soap, but already a man had got a threatening email and turned around to point a gun in the face of a shocked (and then angry) looking woman. I think she was maybe his wife. So I think I'll have to make a point of seeing that one, except I can't remember on which of the identical-looking channels it was on. There are also many american programmes that I recognise, with characters whose voices don't quite fit them.

I'm living on a sort of building site so there are people and machines around all the time. Except the evening, when it is just machines and students. But it's quite alright like that.


Apart from that, the main excitement was this morning. I was lying in bed, wondering whether to get up or not - if I get up and get breakfast then I can start things, but if I don't get up then I get to not have to start things. Then the doorbell rang. I think the doorbell has only ever been rung 4 times since I moved in, and one of them was by accident. So I never expect it. My mind thought that it might be the Hausmeisterin to tell me that the rent didn't come out of my account properly this month (or something bad like that), or else some man who was going to tell me that the internet works now (or something good like that). I knew the Hausmeisterin had a key to get it, which is why I cunningly leave my keys in the door every night.

I got up and put trousers on just in time to see my keys turning around in the lock all by themselves. I managed to be standing in front of the door when it opened to reveal a large German man whom I'd never seen before. HE had the audacity to look surprised. I was quite sure he had no right, and while I was still wearing my T-shirt with "relaxed" on it, I wasn't particularly.

Anyway, he excused himself and I haven't seen him since. He said something about it being a "middle apartment" and then "sorry".

So anyway. I don't know what all that was about.