Dear Blog I have a confession to make, some of the previous entry is not true...
There was no Zermatt, skiing, Permin, cow farm, vineyard, bbq or any chalet girls...
Dearest K felt that she had failed to be the perfect host. She thinks that the mundane activities we really undertook were not good enough and would lead to accusations of 'ppp' But...
Listen up! taking me to the campus where she works in order to watch her and family undertake a routine medical thingy was an odd one but it was interesting to see where she worked - it's actually a bit like a James Bond villain's base - replete with strange looking security guards - think Rosa Klebb after a Jeff Banks revamp, i was disappointed nite to see white coated technicians zooming around on golf buggies though.
After that we picked up H and went for a coffee in the tiergarten, which was just a great place, a beautiful tree shaded open air restaurant with a traditional carousel nearby - this was like a scene from The Third Man, just needed a zither playing...
Home for lunch and then a cross border raid into France for some serious megastore action - i do quite like a wander around a foreign supermerche, seeing the differences in food and just how much rubbish we English put up with.
We then had the fun of smuggling the booty back across the border - I'm sworn to secrecy over the methods and lengths K goes to achieve this. But it was literally just like a successful midnight express :-)
Dinner was a some nice steak - charolais - with a half decent bottle of Bordeaux, there was a small bit of truth in the previous entry then!
I then enjoyed, for the first time ever, watching the Xfactors. This was down to K's enthusiasm, over excitement and general reaction to it.
So, it wasn't the most exciting day ever, but I did have fun, and it was great to hang out with K. So would I do it again?
There's only one answer to that...
Fo shizzle ma nizzle!
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