So yes, admittedly it's been a little while since I've put anything up. But hey ho writing a book and moving countries is not easy. Especially for someone with psychotic panic tendencies. And boy do I have those. Oh I can panic like nobody's business. Like the week before we left for Germany when I spent most of my time in a pseudo-drooling foetal position paralysed by the prospect of not finding work in Munich. Because without work there is no warm apartment and with no apartment there are no friends and with no friends THERE IS NO HAPPINESS. And when my arse is frozen to a Munich kerb I want to be jolly! How else are people going to be willed or frightened into giving me enough money to buy a return ticket to Australia?
But enough about my future return plans.
The book is almost finished, Munich is lovely and our trip here has been rather fantastisch. Look:
