Final Day

I planned to write last night, but got sucked in by the World Chess Championship. Rather than go out for something to eat, I bought food from the supermarket and sat in front of the laptop in my hotel room, watching the games unfold. Before I knew it the evening had gone. This morning the …

Surfacing

I'm not doing very well at posting on anything like a regular basis, am I. Let's just say that this week has been challenging, and I'm not going to write about any of it on a public forum. I want to write "the walls have eyes", but that's a little overly conspiratorial even for me. …

Preparing to Travel

A travel case sits on the desk across the study from me, filled with clean clothes ahead of another week in Germany. I’ve decided to hedge my bets about the weather in Frankfurt over the coming week - packing summer rather than autumn clothes. If I get it wrong a late night shopping trip may …

Missing a Day

Somehow, missing a day in the blog has become a “thing”. As I was getting ready for bed yesterday evening, it occurred to me that I hadn’t posted anything. I quickly reasoned that it was far too late, and I was far too tired. The truth was more along the lines of I couldn’t be …

Autumn Arrives

It's mid-morning on Monday and I'm taking a break from the mayhem for a few minutes. The day began in somewhat chaotic fashion, due to my other half picking up a bug over the weekend and calling in to work sick. We somehow managed to explode the children out of bed, and send them on …

Miscellaneous

Memory is a curious thing. While clearing the kitchen up last night I had a really good idea for a blog post. Unfortunately all I can now remember is that I had a really good idea - I have no recollection of what the idea was. Oh well. Today is Friday. I'm sitting at my …

Returning to Frankfurt

I'm returning to Frankfurt again - during the second week of October. I still need to book a taxi transfer to the airport, but everything else is now in place - the flights, and the hotel. Another week of evenings wandering the streets of a foreign city, and sitting alone in restaurants. I suppose on …