Bööööh … Ich moch’ needh …
The week that was, simply was. The weekend that was, was nice, spent in good compagnie, much too short. Now it’s Monday, grey, windy, much too warm for the end of November with up to 12° Celsius expected for tomorrow – and the coming days !
Ich hab’ kein’ Bock. I am tired and feel old, worn. The job is still easy enough, it is not even the getting up in the ddm (courtesy of savannah). I just want to avoid noise, hassle, interaction ; don’t care of the news, don’t want to see any more ugliness. I enjoy to drive over hills and look into the sunrise, watching fog curling over fields. The boys have to get used to classical music and my eclectic taste of music, and astoundingly they get on with this well, like all in this respect, concerning my passengers, is well. Anything else feels a bit … touchy, tacky, Idon’tknow. In broad Franconian, Ich moch’ nedh.
Here is some friendly music, from the 1972 (post Green) Fleetwood Mac (Ger., Eng.) lp Bare Trees (Eng.), take number four on side one, Sunny Side of Heaven – I hope you enjoy the music.
Now let’s soldier on, five more weeks until holidays.