The reluctant housewife is becoming even more so the longer she remains unemployed. Try as she might, she cannot gain satisfaction from picking bits of cereal off the carpet or cleaning bathrooms. Spicing up her life means, these days, thinking about buying a new laundry basket as she is so sick of the old one, or maybe vacuuming the house with her eyes shut (she doubts that anyone would notice). Or writing in the third person as opposed to the first. Quirky, huh?
Blogging about the delights of Bavaria is hard when a permanent layer of freezing fog prevents you from seeing anything (apart from people flying their eagles and stuff like that). The good neighbours, the NNs, are rarely to be seen, which is a shame as they are a jolly good source of amusement value. (One is sure, though, that they will be omnipresent from April to November, thus compensating for their current elusiveness.) The only time Herr NN pokes his little nose out of the door is when it starts snowing. First he checks through the window. You can see him monitoring the situation hourly. When he deems the snow deep enough, he brings out his snow-blower and makes a horrendous noise for a couple of hours. The rest of the time he stays in the warm, watching his orchids growing and drinking beer.
The reluctant housewife has procrastinated long enough for this morning. Time to go and attack those fruit loops.
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