Someone, please tell me. What was the whole point of doing a German GCSE, going throught the stress of the exams and so on when, until next July at least, I won't be going to Germany?
It's true, the German love affair is over. Aside from FC Köln, the chocolate and Schumacher, I am currently having nothing to do with Germany. I was planning to go at the end of the year for my annual shop-and-funfest at the Christmas Markets, but that's off because I'm going to Egypt in January for a week. So, you would think that maybe, the gorgeous Jean Michel Jarre is doing some concerts in Germany next March, Motty'll go to one of those. Oh no she won't. Well, maybe not. That's because Motty found out about Jarre's French concerts next March and booked a ticket for Marseille before she found out about the German ones and might not have enough hols left to do a double trip. So, until Aachen, ich bin Deutschelos. The best part? I can't remeber much French after hello!
The cycling is coming along well, I am going to attempt to plan a 100 mile route to trial next Sunday (would be this Sunday, but have a couple of bike rides booked already which will total around 50 miles give or take). Not yet decided where I'm cycling to, but I will try to have fun.
