This was meant to post but somehow got missed. In terms of chronology it was before the Toronto post.
Returned from Zürich today. Zürich remains quirky is the best word for it. I didn’t realise how much I missed being able to understand every word in a sentence as opposed to three-quarters of every sentence. I was surprised how much German I did know though and was able to converse, albeit not confidently yet. Spookily I think a month of immersion and I’d be fluent. I was dreaming in German which evidently is a good sign. Or a sign or madness. I forget.
Flew back with British Airways who lost points for serving a packet of crisps as a snack. I’m in a hotel in Heathrow waiting for a ridiculously early flight to Toronto tomorrow. The night has been spent with thousands of tradesmen parading through my room which was not as fun as it sounds. None of them were cute. And they took forever. And they wouldn’t move me to another room.
And they stitch you up really, as it’s miles to walk to any services. So if you don’t want to pay for overpriced room service drinks and food you’re stuffed. OR not, as the case may be. Anyway After the technicians were finished I was too tired to do anything and decided on an early night. America, on the other hand, had other ideas. Just like last year, the night before I was due to fly out I was making last-minute arrangements.
If I was organised I would be dangerous.
Away For A Bit 