Month: January 2019

It is unprecedented that I find myself writing this on New Year’s Eve, though not unprecedented was the hopeless optimism that lead to this. We believed the bathroom fitter who said a complete gutting and re-fitting of our en-suite bathroom would take 12 days, allowing a short break in Munich to sample Xmas to the max. We would return a few days before The Day, fuelled with festivity, laden with traditional market wares, ready for our well planned Yule. However, I struggle to convey the madness that comes from three weeks of tasting and sleeping in dust, laying at night next to a hole in the wall with smells of sewage wafting through.