Today was a very interesting and funny day. It started with Marie asking me if I had time in the evening, not telling me why.
„A random change in plans and croquet in the middle of nowhere“ weiterlesen
Today was a very interesting and funny day. It started with Marie asking me if I had time in the evening, not telling me why.
„A random change in plans and croquet in the middle of nowhere“ weiterlesen
The day started like all other work days. I worked on a WordPress Website and changed some users on some local PCs by remote control.
After having a very chilled (and rainy! what a wonder, right?) day off on Monday because of bank holidays, it was time to say a very early (4.30 am) goodbye to my fiancé after one week, which made me a bit sad again. We both hate it being apart from each other. But I don’t want to start a hopeless romantic story for you guys now.
This topic (refer to the title) was requested by my dad and I honestly have no idea what to tell you about it. I see and walk by a lot of people eating many different things. But I can’t tell whether they are real Belfastians (let’s use that term from now on). They could be tourists. I had lunch with a couple of co-workers a week ago, only one of them was a true Belfastian. He ate pizza. Adding someone to the sample: An Irish colleague in the bureau – desk facing towards me – always has some snacks stored on his table. What I see there right now is a half of a dark (70% cacao) chocolate bar, a banana, an orange and some package on which „organic“ is written on. Mysterious. Oh, and of course there is tea. Tea is probably the common ground for all Belfastians.