Henry 🦁 can´t get enough... of this smell... the other..
Ingo presented me with Faber Castell crayons (the smell, ohhhh... sandle-wood!) and... bare with me, I never learned how to draw and I don´t have the patience for youtube-videos or... sorry, Kate, I´m stuck a bit... books.
But I tried!
We visited many a dunny, or loo, as Aussies call an outdoor toilet (or left or right in the middle of nowhere, just remember, LOL. And collect the loo-tickets, don´t burn them!! You might start a bush-fire! I nearly did, I never ran that fast after burning toilet-paper!!!)
Sorry about the "kindy-incident"... I really assumed everybody says that...
Got this in Perth and... in my defense... I was trying to capture the loo when Ingo came in, took it away to admire it.
Yah, great idea. Not.
Angle all wrong now.
As maybe you know I "grew up" with 60-90 second-sketches... this took like forever (for an impatient person). At least half an hour for one loo-pic!
I had the BOSE on, with Freddie. Wishful thinking, he studied Graphic Design.
Ingo suggested I add some blowies. The Aussies (Australians) call their flies blowies.
See an Aussie blow air or wave... those flies. They go at your face. There are lip-blowies, nose-, ear- and eye-blowies. They keep attacking, want your fluid in this dry land. They are tiny.
Aussies seem so friendly due to all the waving (kidding, they ARE friendly!).
The blowie on top... Ingo said it looks like a flying pig. I never managed to get this away...
My week.... "so exciting"....
Monday topped it off. I am not much able to order Ingo´s bread, because they know when I call and what I want, this time it wasn´t even labelled!!
Tuesday I sent out another Application, quit an e-mail-provider and sent the 5th mail to the caretaker of my tenant cause the service charge settlement-"bill" is a mystery.
Wednesday, when she wanted to call me in the morning... nothing all day, 6th mail, no response.
Thursday the laundry was dry, yippee, I searched for my outdoor-cellphone loading cable, no success, but I cleaned up.
Ingo, meanwhile, modified a cable and (yes he can do that) ... hello Murphy, I found the original. Now we have a spare.
Waited again for the darn half cousin (caretaker). The phone finally rang.
NOISE. An Indian guy telling me to turn my PC on. I said, "you have the wrong number, my PC is OK" - "MADAM! Turn on your PC!!!" (In Indian-German)
Second time the phone rang it was a woman asking me the same, getting the same answer, third time I kinda then YELLED in English that THIS.IS.THE.WRONG.NUMBER!!!!
I worked in third level EHD (also), so I know phone calls are written down. How come they kept calling?! I wait for an important call after all! (And my PC is OK!)
What a day.
Friday just sport and reading.
Sat....
My idea, Ingo´s cooking, Beamtenstippe. It was so yummy, I had a second helping. After...
Ingo was hungry early and then went down for a nap on his sofa.
When I finally was hungry, the potatoes were gone!! I looked everywhere!!!
Finally had to wake him.
Guess. To keep them warm he put them in the bed under the cover.
Living with a man 8 years older.
How was I supposed to know?! (Good idea, though. Not even my Grandma did this!)
Sunday sleep in, a lazy day with kid´s programs, it was a great Sunday.
Henry you saw in first pic. He´s disappointed I took the Faber away.