What an exciting life we lead!

The Girlfriend (sorry, that should be The Wife, still getting used to that) has been ill with a flu-ish thing, but is feeling slightly better at the moment. She's been high on codeine cough syrup since Friday, which is quite hilarious.

Today I negotiated between two feuding cats: "No Kiwi, Zena does have a right to sit here" and ever since Kiwi has been sulking in the kitchen. You've got to love cats who've been scolded, don't you?

We got our wedding pictures last week and The Girlfriend (you know who I mean...) will be making a selection tomorrow.

Hello all,

Berlin was fabulous. Photos soon. Probably. I think. If I ever stop being so tired all the time.

In the mean time let's hope Van Rompuy doesn't become president of the EU, if only to stop all the Belgian journalists from going on about it all the time. It's doing my head in.
Also doing my head in is the Brits who now seem to be demanding Tony Blair gets the presidency? Eh? What?? So basically Brussels should explode for all they seem to care, unless Tony gets the job?

I know, not all Brits are like that.
And I do love the Brits. Hey, I spent money to see John Barrowman in a dress a couple of weeks ago, if that's not love then I don't know what is!
But when it comes to Eurovision and EU politics... we have a love-hate relationship.

See, I'm too tired to try and be funny. It must be serious!

EDIT: crap. I spoke too soon. Herman it is then.
Christ.
He must be the most colourless uncharismatic human being alive.
Just don't try and force Yves Bloody Leterme on us as prime minister again.

Globetrotters

And we're off to Berlin in the morning.

Our London honeymoon was great. Nice hotel, though a bit too far outside the city center (and away from the embankment...) than we'd hoped. John Barrowman in a dress was cheesy, so yes... pretty much what we thought it would be. Got lost quite a few times (it's only my fourth time in London...) and Bus Service Security thought we were terrorists while we were geocaching. Oops.
Photos will be minimal though since some absolute disgusting arsehole(s) stole our backpack in Brussels South trainstation. It was all too ridiculous for words: one guy distracts me while the other takes off with our stuff, and I'm still reeling from it. I actually ran after him, the bastard. Still, it could have been so much worse. They got our camera, with our photos, some twenty pounds, some paperwork, a nice card from Madscot... but that's pretty much it (ok, a new book, reloadable batteries, an umbrella and Melisssa's favourite cap as well..). But no-one got hurt (sadly not even them) and we're both still here.
Still... that doesn't mean I don't wish them the most horrible diseases on their private parts. Horrible and painful, please.

Needless to say The Girlfriend (I'm sorry, "The Wife") bought herself a new camera for Berlin.

So here's hoping we come back in one piece, WITH lots of photos and WITH our camera still in our new backpack!

See you in a week.