Too Vivid

We were in China, Ingo and I.
The hotel room was very simple, toilets over the hall, just like in Lübeck.
MIL was there, too.

I was applying for a job and wanted to take a shower first - all showers were occupied.

Pics: Brolly was a pressie from Dad or Mum, they brought from a trip to watch-maker Seiko/Japan.
Wrapped up in a paper saying it was made in China. Alas!

Weeee…. Have you ever had such a stressfull, too vivid dream that…

Finally the clock rang, I got up, took my toothbrush, toothpaste, leaned forward… and blood dropped from my nose.
This, for real.
Can´t remember when last time my nose bled.

Guess it was all a bit much, MIL complaining at Bro that Ingo never calls, the rather long wait for Ingo after the OP, the drive(s) as co-driver…

Some days really aren´t your days, huh?

Had to park two streets from home.
05:10 a.m., it´s pitch-dark, mild rain, I´m near the corner to the next street when a guy in a red (!) jogging suit turns around the corner at half speed.
Boy, the first sec I thought it´s such a mean clown attacking!
Who on earth runs out and about in mild rain at that time and cold anyways.

Off to Bro now (and maybe Ingo´s parents) – luckily all that happened yesterday, so, today might be my day, right?

Or rather his, it´s his Birthday :-)