Fungus

An odd sort of Sunday here. I'm blaming that on all that messing about with clocks that goes on. Nobody told Moot about it though. Or indeed told him in such a way that he could actually understand. So he was at my bedside awfully early and telling me how hungry he was.

A leisurely breakfast has been followed by a little light German learning for 4 hours, a bit of cooking and a little Blip excursion.

Off out now to go to a cinema on the far side of Frankfurt for Ra.One. Here's hoping for a good film.