Well, recently if you are actually reading this you should have noticed that I haven’t posted in god knows how long. I’ve been pretty busy recently packing stuff up and sorting through junk making sure that if I want it, I’m packing it.

We mainly came out of the pub because of Thwaites being complete scheisse kopfs s(google translate that) with rent and bills, meaning we were paying more than we were making.

But alas, we have returned the house I once cherished before moving to the pub, and everything is in pieces around, boxes everywhere and bags of clothes blocking the door.

If that wasn’t bad enough, I just had to be ill as well, didn’t I?