Wall to wall sunshine in prospect in Burlin. Another beeootiful day. We wake up somewhat stuffed after a night out in Potsdam with Stefan and Katja, and our John. A good time was had by all. Unusually we went to a creperie called La Madelaine. I’m somewhat astonished that it’s taken me nearly 64 years on this planet to try a galette. Finished off with a calvados. Couldn’t squeeze in a pud. Comes to something when even your pudding stomach is full.
These weight loss jabs really do suppress the appetite. Up until now I’ve shed a modest amount of weight. Enough to notice the difference but not the great strides I’ve seen with others. Then last week I met a bloke who had lost five or six stone. He told me that the real progress only kicked in after three months. This is where I am at right now. However, in the run up to my next hip hop I have to stop taking the jabs so it feels as if it could be the new year before I start up again. Will ask the doc.
Previously at the Barberini gallery we went to an exhibition of the works of Camille Pissaro. You probs know he was an impressionist and unusually the whole gallery was turned over to this exhibit. Hundreds of his works. OK I didn’t actually count but there were a lot. What struck me was that the impressionists were famous for painting using dots rather than long brush strokes. Pissaro soon got fed up with using dots as a painting would take too long to finish. There ya go. Learn something new every day innit.
Got back to the hotel lateish and decided to go for a nightcap in the hotel bar. This is when we found out that the hotel doesn’t really have a bar. It’s more of a nightclub. One or two blokes there seem to have dragged their daughter out! We only had the one as the noise was too much and the drinks service v slow.
Retreated to the room and had a beer from the mini bar whilst following the Ryder Cup coverage. You have to wonder whether there were any American fans in the crowd that have ever actually played golf. They are just yobs with no understanding of golf traditions and etiquette. The European team has let the golf do their talking. Should be a fun day today. We only need 2 ½ points out of twelve to retain the Ryder Cup.
Then overnight it felt as if Berlin was a war zone. Sirens left right and centre. Could hear them even in our triple glazed room on the thirteenth floor. Going to ask this morning if there was something kicking off last night. Probably just a normal night in downtown Berlin.
We are having a more chilled day today. The lad is cooking lunch for us. Broken out a new pair of bamboo socks in honour of the occasion. THG is still dozing away and there is no rush to get up for brekkie. It is a good breakfast here fair play. Will pick at something 🙂
Back at the room last night was thrilled to receive a message via Ancestry from a cousin in Wales. Not met him. This is very exciting as our mutual great great grandfather had a woollen mill called Rhiw’r Adar (Birdshill). Prior to that it was called Felin Obaith or mill of hope. This I knew but he has visited the gaff. I know where it is. Just haven’t had the time to go myself yet. It’s two hundred and fifty miles or more from Lincoln. It’s also something I have to pick the right time to do as these visits are best done alone to get the most out of the trip. Last spring Rhiw’r Adar was on my list of places to see but I would have needed an extra week or two to get around to it. All v time consuming. All in good time.
We are gradually coming to here. Getting up. Ciao bebes.