Probably the worst slogan in town

Hallelujah!

For the past four and a bit months – ever since we arrived in Munich – we have been ploughing through our savings in the kind of haphazard way that someone who thinks the world is ending might do.

Very irresponsible, but we did manage to go to the Dansk Melodi Grand Prix and make total fools of ourselves, like this:

So I’m not complaining.

The main problem with spending ALL of our savings is 1) it takes us even further from our dream to get a Mini Lop and call it “Trish”* and 2) we now live on my irregular freelance earnings month to month. So when we get to about the 15^th of the month my panic alarm button goes off like HOLY SHIT! AM I GOING TO MAKE ENOUGH MONEY THIS MONTH?! And my brain plays out a colourful scenario not unlike an avant garde Oliver Twist, with me as Oliver and Mark as the person who tells me I can’t have any more bladdery goodness*because he spent our last pennies on Milo (very avant garde).

But this month is different because MARK GOT A JOB!!!! And not just any job, he got an IT job at a German company...in German! If you’re not recognising how big an achievement this is, let me just break it down a little.

When we first arrived in Munich we approached every conversation with the attitude that if you couldn’t communicate what you wanted to say via interpretive dance you were done for. No matter how good your pom poms looked.

So for Mark to score a job in a German company, where he now has to learn technical German IT jargon, is quite incredible. And it means that today is the 15^th and I’ve only chewed one of my hands down to the elbow which leaves the other one free to write this blog.  

 In summary: HIP HIP HOORAY!

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**I will explain this reference. But not now, so you’ll have to make do on your own.

Why you shouldn’t judge me for kidnapping my neighbour’s cat

1. He made this face:

 2. Then he did this:

3. Then he smiled like this:

4. Look me straight in the eye and tell me that you wouldn’t pinch this Mussy-Mussy the first chance you had:

5. I don’t believe you. Look again:

If it makes you feel better, I released him from his prison my company.

Help! I've been cat-napped!

His mussy-muss cuteness made me do it!

To the person who suggested the yellow thing is a commonplace banana chair

I ask you; why doesn't it look like this?

Or this?

Looks like somebody has some answering to do...

A somewhat falsified tale of Miss Emilia Flyckt

Emilia was born in Sweden, in the small town of Kiruna in Nordland. Which means she’s technically not even Norwegian, even though she sometimes sounds like she might be.

It also meant that she was often the focus of taunts by friends Simon The Melodious, Gustav The Immer Story-Telling, Agnes The Dim-Witted and Mark The Cackling.

But little did this brilliantly funny group realise that it was making a huge mistake and unleashing a new kind of anger onto the world...

On one otherwise-insignificant day Emilia tore her way to Palace de Geyerstraße via Marien Platz, where she made it a habit to arbitrarily drop off her shoes; for it had a great door just made for that sort of thing.

Then she came stomping in – a stolen baby in one hand, a pancake in the other – looked at the startled residents and said, “I’m leaving you and Munich. You saldnav odsniva;lv...”

Some of that was unclear because she was speaking Norwegian.

Then she departed, leaving a sense of emptiness and a lone pair of shoes hanging around like a bad smell from a pair of shoes that had been left behind by an angry Viking woman. The very next month she donned her glorious horned hat and set sail for her beautiful homeland.

Legend goes that if you’re very still at night and hear a baby crying, it’s probably Emilia snatching it out of its mother’s arms...

Seriously though...

The yellow thing is definitely a seesaw  

I'm not apologising for this picture

Even if I'm not completely sure what I'm doing in it...