Frankfurt Fun

Well, I'm in Heinrich's place in Frankfurt now, having got an insanely early flight this morning.

I met Ruth in the local for one (really!) last night, and then returned home to pack and grab a little sleep. Up ridiculously early so, and then a frantic drive to the airport. Thankfully, due to the new road the drive is only about fifteen minutes now; there was a time when going to the airport was a virtual holiday in its own right. Luckily there were now queues at either the ticket desk or the check-in counter, so I had plenty of time to stroll about. Too much really. I just wanted to go to bed.

I stayed awake for the first hour or so, enabling me to look out at the beautiful sky, which going from top to bottom, as it were, managed to display the seven spectral colours, with red at the horizon. The crescent moon sat beautifully halfway in the sky, with Venus sparkling above it, slightly to my right. I know that's an appalling description, but I'm too tired to think properly.

I'll need some sleep before this evening.

I've dozed off twice since getting here. I arrived at the airport just after nine, and after trekking through that Bauhaus fantasia met Heinrich and Beulah at about half nine. Back here then for a spot of coffee, chatting to Tom and Lucy while the others did shopping, brief hellos to Holger when he popped in, Christmas cards dispensed, a spot of rather delicious lunch - gnocchi of some sort, with pesto and salad, then dozing in rocking chair in Heinrich's room while Tom messed with the Playmobil crib. I eventually rose and wandered in here, where Lucy was tracking down internet card sites and Ikea online, Dara stuck on a brilliant Wallace and Gromit video, featuring lots of short films about various ingenious and laborious inventions, notably the unforgettable 'Snoozatron'.

'Creature Comforts' has just finished. 'Father Ted' is on, and his horse, Divorce Referendum, has just lost.

Father Dougal has just lost Father Jack. I tell a lie, he never even got him out the door. Dougal and Jack are commenting on Jack's hairy hands, and the time Jack's head went septic. Mrs Doyle has just arrived. Five people are giggling on the couch.

I must stop now.