So we got a little card in the mail the other day, saying we had a LETTER.
It was very exciting. We did our best to translate it (which didn't go very far mind you - i think the best we got was something like 'your parcel ordinary is for collection to available locality on working day next')
but it said our letter was '10 stücke.'
Was ist das?! 10 stücke! Das ist sehr gut, nein? FYI, stücke means pieces.
10 PIECES? Unbelievable.
There must have been some kind of a mistake, a postal malfunction if you will.
So we find the post office (after much confusion and snitting - including direction from the shopping mall info desk, which was sheer gold,
'first you go downstairs [pointing up to the ceiling with her thumb], one floor, and drive along to end'.
haha - drive! in the shopping mall!
still, we were grateful for the help, twas better than our german would be).
The grumpy lady at the desk disappears to fetch our letter(s) and is gone a rather long time.
She then returns with a MOUND OF PACKAGES!!!
She requests our passports in a rather grumpy way
and accepts our drivers' licenses in a still rather grumpy way.
I look at the pile of packages and blurt "Holy SHIT!",
to which grumpy post lady cacks up laughing.
there's something very pleasing about getting the generally very unemotional germans to giggle or produce any sort of emotive reaction.
So, without further ado, we scurry off too goudy
(because we are now addicted to their fine coffee and go there everyday like fine losers)
for, well, coffee, obviously, to accompany us ripping those suckers open!! YES!!!
(Oh no - I have started to talk like Kent!)
haha - sucked in lu!
And what is inside but a rather MASSIVE assortment of novels,
from the one and only Sneaky Minx Sarah James and her trusty accomplice Stealthy Brigid Pants. WOWSERS!!! (I know, I said wowsers. It was an emergency though.)
How AMAZING!!! We now have a book in every genre imaginable
and can broaden our bed time reading from ...
ok it's true, our bedtime reading is ninja fruit and angry birds ...
but NOW we can delve into Rudyard Kipling, Tim Winton,
Bill Bryson and Jane Austen to name but a few.
But if I am going to be entirely truthful,
I am already nearly finished the cream of the crop:
Almost to Die For, by Tate Something-Stupid-Last-Name.
In a nutshell, she makes Stephanie Myer look like a literary genius
and my carpet cleaning pamphlet look like a thesis. FANTASTIC!!!
(I would like to say that I am lounging around reading something far more cleverererer
but it just isn't happening.)
It was very exciting. We did our best to translate it (which didn't go very far mind you - i think the best we got was something like 'your parcel ordinary is for collection to available locality on working day next')
but it said our letter was '10 stücke.'
Was ist das?! 10 stücke! Das ist sehr gut, nein? FYI, stücke means pieces.
10 PIECES? Unbelievable.
There must have been some kind of a mistake, a postal malfunction if you will.
So we find the post office (after much confusion and snitting - including direction from the shopping mall info desk, which was sheer gold,
'first you go downstairs [pointing up to the ceiling with her thumb], one floor, and drive along to end'.
haha - drive! in the shopping mall!
still, we were grateful for the help, twas better than our german would be).
The grumpy lady at the desk disappears to fetch our letter(s) and is gone a rather long time.
She then returns with a MOUND OF PACKAGES!!!
She requests our passports in a rather grumpy way
and accepts our drivers' licenses in a still rather grumpy way.
I look at the pile of packages and blurt "Holy SHIT!",
to which grumpy post lady cacks up laughing.
there's something very pleasing about getting the generally very unemotional germans to giggle or produce any sort of emotive reaction.
So, without further ado, we scurry off too goudy
(because we are now addicted to their fine coffee and go there everyday like fine losers)
for, well, coffee, obviously, to accompany us ripping those suckers open!! YES!!!
(Oh no - I have started to talk like Kent!)
haha - sucked in lu!
And what is inside but a rather MASSIVE assortment of novels,
from the one and only Sneaky Minx Sarah James and her trusty accomplice Stealthy Brigid Pants. WOWSERS!!! (I know, I said wowsers. It was an emergency though.)
How AMAZING!!! We now have a book in every genre imaginable
and can broaden our bed time reading from ...
ok it's true, our bedtime reading is ninja fruit and angry birds ...
but NOW we can delve into Rudyard Kipling, Tim Winton,
Bill Bryson and Jane Austen to name but a few.
But if I am going to be entirely truthful,
I am already nearly finished the cream of the crop:
Almost to Die For, by Tate Something-Stupid-Last-Name.
In a nutshell, she makes Stephanie Myer look like a literary genius
and my carpet cleaning pamphlet look like a thesis. FANTASTIC!!!
(I would like to say that I am lounging around reading something far more cleverererer
but it just isn't happening.)
the stack
Kent gets into itSo, a big hearty thanks to Sar, and the Mighty Mum - our little home is that much homier!
(and since we our housebound today due to tradesmen needing to enter our flat every hour
[too teeth gritty to explain right now] it is the perfect relaxing time killer!) Much love!
ditto that sentiment!
xxx
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