Dear Morgensternchen,
I worry about Jim! Have you heard anything?
Wanted: JSM, friendly fellow from ORD!
What's up man?
Hope he gets in touch soon!
The one M
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Friday, 16 October 2009
Dear Morgensternchen: Piccadilly 's Calling
Dear Morgensternchen,
Malkreis?
It was a glorious day today... super sunshiny Thursday!
Yes, I met up with Anna for coffee in her hunting ground so to speak. We went to cheerful little place near Oxford Street! Yes, I couldn't believe it myself, those places do still exist.
Risking to sound like Miss Marple, the cup cakes were divine!
However, I took the opportunity to go a little photo shooting after.
Piccadilly is such a great area to do that. So I happily toddle along, when stopped by two foreign students. Gosh, I can't believe how English I have become! They wanted to know if and where there is a supermarket . Although, I knew what was coming, I waited patiently, English, until this young man had finished his question, before I started with my answer, that there is no supermarket as such at Piccadilly, funny enough there is a Boots though! Thinking of it now! Probably makes sense... with all the bars around we need painkillers not food!
Along comes another human being, from somewhere out of the Commonwealth, waits patiently, you see that's why he must have been from somewhere in the Commonwealth, waits until those two foreign students have finished, to ask me where Fortnum and Maison was.
I told him and just out of curiosity I asked him: " Why me? I don't look like an official London tour guide. I could, with my camera, even be a tourist!" He looks up and down and goes:"Naa, not a tourist!" "Why not?" He grins: " You are on your own and someone like you, wouldn't travel alone!" he says and disappears.
And while I'm still thinking about that statement, I spot a middle-aged, tourist, couple and before they can even think of a question, offer my services as a walking info! They look slightly puzzled and reassure me that they are absolutely fine and totally aware of where they are! "Fine! Good! But don't say afterwards I hadn't offered!"
Must have to do with my aura: the aura of competence!
Yours
The one M
Malkreis?
It was a glorious day today... super sunshiny Thursday!
Yes, I met up with Anna for coffee in her hunting ground so to speak. We went to cheerful little place near Oxford Street! Yes, I couldn't believe it myself, those places do still exist.
Risking to sound like Miss Marple, the cup cakes were divine!
However, I took the opportunity to go a little photo shooting after.
Piccadilly is such a great area to do that. So I happily toddle along, when stopped by two foreign students. Gosh, I can't believe how English I have become! They wanted to know if and where there is a supermarket . Although, I knew what was coming, I waited patiently, English, until this young man had finished his question, before I started with my answer, that there is no supermarket as such at Piccadilly, funny enough there is a Boots though! Thinking of it now! Probably makes sense... with all the bars around we need painkillers not food!
Along comes another human being, from somewhere out of the Commonwealth, waits patiently, you see that's why he must have been from somewhere in the Commonwealth, waits until those two foreign students have finished, to ask me where Fortnum and Maison was.
I told him and just out of curiosity I asked him: " Why me? I don't look like an official London tour guide. I could, with my camera, even be a tourist!" He looks up and down and goes:"Naa, not a tourist!" "Why not?" He grins: " You are on your own and someone like you, wouldn't travel alone!" he says and disappears.
And while I'm still thinking about that statement, I spot a middle-aged, tourist, couple and before they can even think of a question, offer my services as a walking info! They look slightly puzzled and reassure me that they are absolutely fine and totally aware of where they are! "Fine! Good! But don't say afterwards I hadn't offered!"
Must have to do with my aura: the aura of competence!
Yours
The one M
Friday, 9 October 2009
Dear Morgensternchen: War of the Roses!
Dear Morgensternchen,
I know there is no Malkreis.
You remember in my last letter I had taken beloved and best husband of all's sports car to get the little ones to their rugby training.
I thought it was highly overreacting to shout at me because I hadn't realised, since my beautiful ship of a car is an automatic, that his's wasn't. I admitt, it was really quite noisy in second gear on the motorway, but somehow I thought, this is how it has to be. After all, why would you want to drive a sports car in the first place:
you can't get into them, nor gracefully out of them. One sits on the floor, well basically and looks into other peoples exhaust pipes! Very exciting it's not!
Now he got really upset and again it wasn't my fault solely, but more because my beautiful ship of a car has these sensors. Whenever I try to park my beautiful ship of a car, it kindly starts to beep when I get to close to what ever object is actually in the way. As soon as it seems to sound as if it had a heart attack I know I have to choose one of the pedals, choice of two, so 50/50, to break.
Somehow the fact that sports cars, another reason not to drive one, don't have these simple necessities wasn't made known to me. So now his bumpers both have, what I think is a tiny dent in both front and rear! After all this is London, which car hasn't got a dent or scratch.
Obviously beloved and best husbands of all car didn't have one.
My personal view is: now I declare this sports car officially a Londoner.
Beloved and best husband of all went without a word to the legal department!
An our later he was back, with the news, to repair them bumpers is much cheaper then a divorce.
However...the war is on!
He waters my artificial plants, dribbles glue in my shoes, puts a red sock in my white washing, leaves the loo seats up, swoppsmy lipstick with shoe paste, doesn't close any doors or drawers and worst of all serves my coffee in bed in the morning, my first latte in bed in the morning, I should really say, without foamy milk and chocolate. Disaster!
I shall have to think of something!
Yours
The one M
I know there is no Malkreis.
You remember in my last letter I had taken beloved and best husband of all's sports car to get the little ones to their rugby training.
I thought it was highly overreacting to shout at me because I hadn't realised, since my beautiful ship of a car is an automatic, that his's wasn't. I admitt, it was really quite noisy in second gear on the motorway, but somehow I thought, this is how it has to be. After all, why would you want to drive a sports car in the first place:
you can't get into them, nor gracefully out of them. One sits on the floor, well basically and looks into other peoples exhaust pipes! Very exciting it's not!
Now he got really upset and again it wasn't my fault solely, but more because my beautiful ship of a car has these sensors. Whenever I try to park my beautiful ship of a car, it kindly starts to beep when I get to close to what ever object is actually in the way. As soon as it seems to sound as if it had a heart attack I know I have to choose one of the pedals, choice of two, so 50/50, to break.
Somehow the fact that sports cars, another reason not to drive one, don't have these simple necessities wasn't made known to me. So now his bumpers both have, what I think is a tiny dent in both front and rear! After all this is London, which car hasn't got a dent or scratch.
Obviously beloved and best husbands of all car didn't have one.
My personal view is: now I declare this sports car officially a Londoner.
Beloved and best husband of all went without a word to the legal department!
An our later he was back, with the news, to repair them bumpers is much cheaper then a divorce.
However...the war is on!
He waters my artificial plants, dribbles glue in my shoes, puts a red sock in my white washing, leaves the loo seats up, swoppsmy lipstick with shoe paste, doesn't close any doors or drawers and worst of all serves my coffee in bed in the morning, my first latte in bed in the morning, I should really say, without foamy milk and chocolate. Disaster!
I shall have to think of something!
Yours
The one M
Monday, 5 October 2009
Dear Morgensternchen: Rugby Duties!
Dear Morgensternchen,
I know you flickr right now! Saw you!
Far too late for the Malkreisladies!
However, yesterday I have been on rugby duty! Normally you see, I don't do rugby, because it is far to early on a Sunday morning. I usually don't reach my Betriebstemperatur before 11.00am. This Sunday though, the family was split up due to a festival. So I was left with the little ones to attend the training at base camp.
Luckily I realised very early on, that is was indeed rugby and not football. It's very easy to distinguish between the two:
If the ball looks like an egg and the players behave like hooligans, it's rugby.
If the ball is round and the SPECTATORS behave like hooligans, it's football.
With that established I happily assisted putting tags on, setting cones up... and was instantly promoted assistant coach. There was little shortage of coaches due to that festival.
Now: a sweet "darling keep the line" didn't work at all. How could I possibly shout at other peoples children. An awe full dilemma.
... and then the whistle went... gosh was I shouting: "hold the ... line!"... "...touch down with both hands you..." " ...ram them into the ground you..." "...finish them of you little..."
Needless to say, we won!
It was a bit funny, as much as my team of six yearolds seem to appreciate me throwing myself completely into it, we are talking rugby here! The parents kept strangely a safe distance to me in the club house after.
On the way back I found out, had taken best hubbie's there is car, because he needed the big one with so many to transport, that that stick in the middle is a gear box. Second gear on the motorway, was a bit noisy... but then it's a sports car. You would want to make some noise.
I don't think he'll divorce me, but it was a close one.
Lot's of testosterone for one day... I'm still exhausted! ... and it's only Monday!
Yours
The one M
Far too late for the Malkreisladies!
However, yesterday I have been on rugby duty! Normally you see, I don't do rugby, because it is far to early on a Sunday morning. I usually don't reach my Betriebstemperatur before 11.00am. This Sunday though, the family was split up due to a festival. So I was left with the little ones to attend the training at base camp.
Luckily I realised very early on, that is was indeed rugby and not football. It's very easy to distinguish between the two:
If the ball looks like an egg and the players behave like hooligans, it's rugby.
If the ball is round and the SPECTATORS behave like hooligans, it's football.
With that established I happily assisted putting tags on, setting cones up... and was instantly promoted assistant coach. There was little shortage of coaches due to that festival.
Now: a sweet "darling keep the line" didn't work at all. How could I possibly shout at other peoples children. An awe full dilemma.
... and then the whistle went... gosh was I shouting: "hold the ... line!"... "...touch down with both hands you..." " ...ram them into the ground you..." "...finish them of you little..."
Needless to say, we won!
It was a bit funny, as much as my team of six yearolds seem to appreciate me throwing myself completely into it, we are talking rugby here! The parents kept strangely a safe distance to me in the club house after.
On the way back I found out, had taken best hubbie's there is car, because he needed the big one with so many to transport, that that stick in the middle is a gear box. Second gear on the motorway, was a bit noisy... but then it's a sports car. You would want to make some noise.
I don't think he'll divorce me, but it was a close one.
Lot's of testosterone for one day... I'm still exhausted! ... and it's only Monday!
Yours
The one M
Here! Yuhu... Monsieur G!
If you scroll down to the bottom of this page, there is a small map on the right hand site.
Now Montreal has a little dot too!
The one M
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Liebes Morgensternchen: Hunger!
Liebes Morgensterchen,
Malert ihr?
Wolltest auf facebook wissen, was ich heute koche. Das!:
Also erst einmal Gemuese fuer, wieviele Leute bei Euch kommen zu tu-en sind, waschen, vierteln und das uebliche. Man kann nehmen Kartoffelen, Zucchinis, Karotten, Zwiebeln, Oliven, Kapern, aber ganz bestimmt in Oel eingelegte, sonnengetrocknete Tomaten. Selbige abtroepfeln lassen. Allet in eine Schuessel und mit den sonnengetrockneten, in Oel eingelegten, abgetropften Tomaten, mit ein bisschen Schiselaweng durchmischen und in eine feurefeste Form geben.
Darauf schichten wir dann munter Huenerbusens, wie die lieben Kleinen immer sagen, ebenfalls mengenmaessig abhaengig von wieviele Leute bei Euch kommen zu tu-en sind. So ein Huenerbusen pro Nase, sollte es tu-en!
Zu letzt alles mit Bacon andecken, so dass ein Bacon Deckel entsteht ... grmpf...kicher...
Dann ein gutes Stuendchen, ja der Ofen sollte schon ziehmlich heiss sein, 150? von mir aus auch180, in die Roehre.
Wenn'ste die Kartoffelen anpieckst und die schoen und ganz durch und durch weich, iss'es gut.
Wenn der Bacon anfaengt zu braun zu werden, kannste die ganze Schose mit Alu abdecken.
Guten Appetit... geh jetzt Essen! Die Brut wird naemlich schon zickig, weil Muttern erst mal allet fotografieren muss...
Dein eines M
PS Schmeckt lecka!
PS2 Habe vergessen zu sagen, dass ich die Huehnerbusens mit Nudelhols geplaettet habe! Einfach drueber rollen!
PS3 Bloss nicht salzen. Ist genuegend im Bacon und wenn'ste das machst, in den Oliven oder Kapern.
Malert ihr?
Wolltest auf facebook wissen, was ich heute koche. Das!:
Also erst einmal Gemuese fuer, wieviele Leute bei Euch kommen zu tu-en sind, waschen, vierteln und das uebliche. Man kann nehmen Kartoffelen, Zucchinis, Karotten, Zwiebeln, Oliven, Kapern, aber ganz bestimmt in Oel eingelegte, sonnengetrocknete Tomaten. Selbige abtroepfeln lassen. Allet in eine Schuessel und mit den sonnengetrockneten, in Oel eingelegten, abgetropften Tomaten, mit ein bisschen Schiselaweng durchmischen und in eine feurefeste Form geben.
Darauf schichten wir dann munter Huenerbusens, wie die lieben Kleinen immer sagen, ebenfalls mengenmaessig abhaengig von wieviele Leute bei Euch kommen zu tu-en sind. So ein Huenerbusen pro Nase, sollte es tu-en!
Zu letzt alles mit Bacon andecken, so dass ein Bacon Deckel entsteht ... grmpf...kicher...
Dann ein gutes Stuendchen, ja der Ofen sollte schon ziehmlich heiss sein, 150? von mir aus auch180, in die Roehre.
Wenn'ste die Kartoffelen anpieckst und die schoen und ganz durch und durch weich, iss'es gut.
Wenn der Bacon anfaengt zu braun zu werden, kannste die ganze Schose mit Alu abdecken.
Guten Appetit... geh jetzt Essen! Die Brut wird naemlich schon zickig, weil Muttern erst mal allet fotografieren muss...
Dein eines M
PS Schmeckt lecka!
PS2 Habe vergessen zu sagen, dass ich die Huehnerbusens mit Nudelhols geplaettet habe! Einfach drueber rollen!
PS3 Bloss nicht salzen. Ist genuegend im Bacon und wenn'ste das machst, in den Oliven oder Kapern.
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Dear Morgensternchen: Postcard
Dear Morgensternchen,
... painters round?
I have, yes I know I said never ever again will I engage with social activities of any kind, even if I'm bored to death on a cold, often rainy football pitch... were was I? Oh OK, I have taken over the match teas for the kids at the football club.
You wouldn't believe the amount of so called "well meant" comments, tips and ideas I get. One gets to believe, I have taken over the United Nations.
I should try this, I should do that... I wonder if they feel so strongly about it, why don't they run it themselves?!
However, you know me, I quickly developed techniques of avoidance.
My first tactic was to put both index fingers in each of my two ears, at the same time. Then I would start humming or singing a lovely tune from my childhood, which would make me feel comfortable. I only would remove them, if there was no sign of mouth movement, which usually meant they had stopped talking.
This technique didn't go down so well, as I had hoped.
Soon after I developed a more sophisticated approach with the help of beloved and best husband of all.
First step of this strategy is to put ear (noise reduction) plugs in. The family is briefed and communicates purely by sign language with me.
Second step is, since you don't hear anything, if people talk to your face, put on a stupid grin and nod so obviously, that there is no doubt, that you didn't get it at all.
Final step is then, towards the end of the teas, entry hubby, beloved and best of all, shouts, preferably from the other end of the room, to remind you to switch your hearing aid on!
Funny enough that shuts everybody down!?
Yours
The one M
PS Should you wish to try this technique... never take the ear plugs out at the footy... unless you wish to hear what people are talking behind your back ;-)
... painters round?
You wouldn't believe the amount of so called "well meant" comments, tips and ideas I get. One gets to believe, I have taken over the United Nations.
I should try this, I should do that... I wonder if they feel so strongly about it, why don't they run it themselves?!
However, you know me, I quickly developed techniques of avoidance.
My first tactic was to put both index fingers in each of my two ears, at the same time. Then I would start humming or singing a lovely tune from my childhood, which would make me feel comfortable. I only would remove them, if there was no sign of mouth movement, which usually meant they had stopped talking.
This technique didn't go down so well, as I had hoped.
Soon after I developed a more sophisticated approach with the help of beloved and best husband of all.
First step of this strategy is to put ear (noise reduction) plugs in. The family is briefed and communicates purely by sign language with me.
Second step is, since you don't hear anything, if people talk to your face, put on a stupid grin and nod so obviously, that there is no doubt, that you didn't get it at all.
Final step is then, towards the end of the teas, entry hubby, beloved and best of all, shouts, preferably from the other end of the room, to remind you to switch your hearing aid on!
Funny enough that shuts everybody down!?
Yours
The one M
PS Should you wish to try this technique... never take the ear plugs out at the footy... unless you wish to hear what people are talking behind your back ;-)
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